Actually BE my mother. I'd thought about it before, but this time. I'd gone so much further than before, and I felt SO good. Yes! I NEED TO DO IT.With...n a minute I'd assembled what I'd need. My mother's mock leather jacket, a little money - I had a couple of fivers, that would do me, mother's handbag, the black leather one with the gold chain. And I hesitated, but not for long. Mother's car keys. Since she'd gone with a couple of friends to her planning meeting, her little car was still parked. He had opted to wear an old pale blue seersucker suit and white shirt, and an equally old bow tie. White bucks, of course, rounded out the image he wanted to convey, but it was so warm out he took off his jacket and slung it over his shoulder as he walked along. A Prius hummed by and parked along the street, and he looked on in awe at the long legs that emerged from the Toyota. Shimmering hosiery, very high heels, long dark hair…there was nothing PC looking about the woman who walked ahead of. Call Sergeant Young and me at the smallest strange thing you see. Always lock the doors. I am trusting you to keep Anna occupied. Bye.’ ‘Don’t worry, I’ll take care of both. Be back for dinner. See you in the evening.’ Chris went to his hotel room and attacked his class preparation for the next week. He was finished by seven and was knocking on Anna’s door at half past seven. He saw Mrs. Sanders look through the peephole and she let him in. ‘How are we?’ he asked. ‘Well, I had to feed her. This only started last week and hopefully I'll have more to share with you guys over the coming weeks and months (maybe years like Alex).Let me begin.I'm a member of the local Surf Life Saving Club. I originally joined to meet people and be more of a member of the community. For those non-Aussies a Surf Life Saving Club runs the volunteer lifeguards at the beach, is involved in competitions for beach stuff like surf boats. and other beach athletics. It has a real club feel and it is the.