We didn't need to repeat the routine when we left, because the valet drivers would have changed by that time and Jim, the older driver, who knew how t... take care of the car would be on duty. He had helped me with the restoration and I'd helped him with one of his own.He was actually retired, but enjoyed having the work but only worked a couple nights a week, and did the later shift to get the "kids" out of the way for when the car owners came out of the club. He had no problem keeping the keys. Though they do not persist in this long either for they always disappear on the next full moon with no evidence left to tell of where or why they left or perhaps more likely what and for what purpose were they taken.Those infamous tunnels were not recorded in the camps original design and the construction workers vehemently deny digging them, one of the few things those workers will ever comment about when asked about that strange camp. Few women report finding the access ports reappearing at. Now that Dad was going to be a consultant, he figured he could do deals with them too. Besides, the office would be tax-deductible.Thursday, the world got even brighter for my main man. The Unemployment Department had their hearing and decided that Dad qualified for benefits, since his job left him. They told him he'd be getting a check for all those months within ten days.Then Friday, I got to see Mom in action. We'd had the insurance on the mortgage and the Porsche that was supposed to make. She was there sitting quietly playing with a flower. She was strikingly lovely like her mother. I walked up and sat down facing her.Without looking up, she said, "My mother and I had a long heart-to-heart talk late last night. I understand that you mentioned it may be necessary because of what you saw in my father's office. As it happens, you were right. I have been compromised. I did it to keep my mother from having to be involved in those parties with his ugly friends. My father took great.