“You would always tell me ‘don’t do anything silly’, and I just assumed...”He laughed at me.“What I meant by that was not doing things tha... might get you in hospital, or at the police station,” he explained. “Getting drunk, involved in a fight, getting some girl pregnant, all of that stuff. So far, you’ve avoided all of that, unlike some other kids. Your mother and I both avoided things like that, too.”“But the having sex?” I asked.“There’s nothing wrong with having sex at all, that’s all part. .WOW, OW....AH, AH, OH, AH,” screeched Debbie as she felt as though a red-hot poker had been laid across her ravaged buttocks. Struggling to come to terms with the pain, Debbie wriggled and writhed across the desk hovering her hands over her wounded buttocks “OH, OH, OH,” she cried as a satisfied smirk appeared on Mrs. Davenport’s face.With permission granted, Debbie began to frantically rub her wounds in an attempt to at least, quell some of the pain from her throbbing bottom. The feel of the. We found a note by the coffee pot saying he would be back soon. It also said to put the sauerkraut and pork in the slow cooker.I looked to Megan wonderingly as I asked, “What the fuck was a slow cooker?”Megan pointed to a big round pot on the counter. I saw meat and jars of sauerkraut beside it. I looked back at my daughter. I told her I never had made that as her grandma always had.“Don’t worry mom I will help you,” Megan said as she hugged me.As we had coffee together, Megan opened the. "I saw a woman. Watching us. Wearing a cape." Saying it out loud it suddenly sounded ridiculous."Countess Dracula? So where is she?"I'm really going to beat the shit out of you one day. "I don't know, but she was here."Another Carol shrug. "So now what?"Bob ignored her, searching around the car for some sign of their visitor. A few feet from the car he found a footprint in a patch of damp earth. A woman's dress shoe. "What's that?" Bob asked smugly.Shrug. "I hope she enjoyed the show. But what.