My father was an American I know his family and they are good people. I may paint a whole nation for unfair trade policy and obnoxious tourists. I am ...elf analytical it is part of my introverted nature to try to understand where my feelings begin. ‘Thank you’ she says receiving her beverage her soft hand brushing against mine as it is transferred. Her honest appreciation at so small an act makes me nervous. ‘No worries.’ I reply braving a smile and trying to look at her kindly. She stares. ‘Diana… are you OK?’ she called outside the bathroom door. She could clearly hear that Diana was not OK. When she no longer heard the sounds of retching, she knocked again. ‘Diana… are you OK now? Please, honey, open the door!’ The toilet flushed and then she heard the sink faucet running. A minute later, Diana opened the door and looked at her with a weak smile. ‘I’ll be OK, Lynda. You just have no idea what a shock it was to me to open that bedroom door and see them together… like that.’. She loved it, she told Trace, and she had no intention of stopping for a while yet. Jessica explained she got to live out all her fantasies on film and get lots of sexual experience, plus she could swing with women and not have to go out ‘trolling for other girls’. Jessica explained. ‘I like myself Trace, all of me, the parts that are JJ Adams and the parts that are Jessica Swan. So Trace, the question is … do you like me that way as well? Can you handle being with a woman like me?’ Trace. Then, abruptly everything went black.A couple of minutes later, she regained consciousness. The first thing she saw was the twisted dashboard. Knuckles white, her hands were still clutched on the steering wheel. The front of the car was crushed. The hood had turned into surrealistic sculpture. She nearly laughed at the thought."Do you hear me, ma'am?"Rachel turned to the left and saw a man was trying to open the driver's door."Yep," she answered perkily, trying to regain composure."Are you all.