“Go on home, before I decide to call the sheriff.”“You fucking burned our clothes?” Jerry’s voice was harsh.“It looks like you played fast...and loose with my property,” said the man, his voice still calm. “Seemed like a fair trade.”“You fucking burned our clothes?“ yelled Jerry. “My keys were in my jeans!““I’m sure you have a spare set at home,” said The Hermit.“My billfold was in my pants!“ gasped Jason Marshal.“Mine too!” came other yells.“Now that’s a real shame,” said The Hermit. “You know,. .. Oh Reverend... I'm so embarrassed." Don't be, Daphne. Whatever you say will be a secret between us. I'll never tell... I'm not allowed to even if I wanted to. Tell me everything." It's... I... I'm sick sir. Sick in the head. All I think about is sex. Whenever I see a good looking guy I think about having sex with him... and when a girl in the residence comes back from a date I look at her to see if I can tell whether she's had sex or not. I'm awful." So far you don't sound awful, Daphne. You. I guessed that those were mypost-bath dressing choices. Mother left the bathroom and I undressed,and slipped into the tub. Oh, my, it felt sooo good. A few minutes later, as I was luxuriating in the bath, there was a knockon the door. Mother peaked her head in and said, "Are you decent?" I giggled and said, "Better than decent!" She entered. She said, "I thought you might want a little help withwashing your hair. You're not too old to have Mommie help you in thebath, are you?" I playfully. Then she made a very strange request. She asked if she could crush at my place. Now I’ve never had anyone crush at my place and was a bit hesitant. She saw this and offered to work for her stay, you know clean the place, cook and general upkeep. But there was still a lot I didn’t know about her and I was hesitant because we’d just met. ‘Why don’t you want me to take you to the shelter? They would take care of you better than I would,’ I pitched in. ‘I don’t want my family to find me,’ she said.