The pay was terrible, but the jobs were often interesting adventures. Eager to experience something different, I applied for a position as a stagehand...at a theatre in San Francisco. I knew even less about theatre than I did about sex, but being unskilled worked in my favour. The theatre could say it was training an unemployable, which was a requirement to qualify for other federal arts grants. That’s why I left a teary eyed Olga Praski waving goodbye to me at the Greyhound depot, and headed off. " Chris," Janet said in mock exasperation."Come on, I won't touch." Turn around," she said modestly."Why?" Chris asked in surprise."Just do it... a lady has to have some modesty."Chris turned his head. He heard rustling beside him then jumped when a pair of pink panties fell into his lap. He turned back to see that Janet now had her legs crossed, letting him only see her pretty thigh. Chris picked up the panties and brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he took the silky material. "I had just put the steaks on when the bell rang. I buzzed the door open and the family walked up. I waved them down to my living area and into the kitchen, where the salad was nearly ready as was some macaroni and cheese, which I figured the kids would like even if they didn't care for the salad. I asked how they liked their steaks cooked and was not surprised that all of them said well done.The next time I called her Ms. Martinez, the woman asked me to call her Gia. She introduced the girls. " Where will your ma go?" Nearest neighbor's 'bout a mile down the trail." She pointed."You want to go join them?" Ain't I safe with you?" she looked puzzled.I did not answer that but saw to my weapons. I had four shots; rifle, musket and two from a smooth-bore pistol which really was not worth using unless you could touch your target. I primed the rifle, leaving my powder horn and shot pouch where I could easily reach them, loaded the musket with buck and ball, and we waited."Who hit you?" I.