Your mentor, Luis, had brought you in when you were a homeless runaway and shown you how to run. He was fifteen years older than you and had a daughte... he was trying to support. You trusted him. You both started small, residential burglaries, small shops, small fish in Oakland. You moved across the bay and started doing larger jobs in San Francisco, until you attracted attention. At first it wasn’t necessarily bad attention. Through some of Luis’ back channel connections, you were able to meet. The girls smiled as they took our arms, and together we all stood in front of the vicar, their dresses were quite low cut, and I think both Garry and I had to strain ourselves to look the girls in the eye as we spoke the words."You may kiss the brides." the vicar beamed and everyone clapped as we took him up on his suggestion."You look beautiful," Agnes sniffed, her eyes brimming over and when mum kissed her, she said, "Oh dear," she sniffled, "I think I'm going to cry."We held the reception in. Tony still loved her passionately, even though mysteriously something had gone so drastically wrong in their marriage since that fantastic honeymoon. He could not understand the sudden change in her sexuality and for the moment was not prepared to think about it."I sold my body for it."Tony replied cynically, knowing full well that his reply would make no sense to her."Why, do you need some of it?" No I'm not short, I just came to tell you that Mother is not well, and I had originally promised. As I walked down the uneven plowed lands, I dragged the hose over a sharp rock, and the rock pierced open the hose.Water spilled all over the crops, and it started spilling over me. I started getting away at first, but those cold drops of water felt so good on my skin. It was a much-needed relief at that moment. It helped me in relieving the heat from my body.Slowly I started moving closer to the hose and let the water wet me. My clothes were drenched, and so was my body. The drenched fabrics.