After a second he looked up to see a young knight in armor with a number 47 on the back holding the fist away.“Hey buddy, mind if I sit here?”“U..., sure if you want too,” he answered.He stared in confusion as this young knight began to fight the monster. He stood toe to toe with it, deflecting its strikes and striking back. Never backing up or giving ground, but unable to force the monster back either.“Hey,” the knight called over his shoulder, “I’m having a group of friends over to my house for. The smell was almost intoxicating, making my head swim lightly as I got another fine example of my mother's sweet scent. I knew without knowing now that whatever had occurred in here earlier it had been spur of the moment. I closed my eyes and could almost imagine my mother getting ready for work and being so turned on she couldn't help but hop back in bed and pull out her toys, strip out of whatever clothes she may have had on, and set to work on frigging herself before realizing what time it. Since it was an open house, we just walked in without attracting much attention. And whoosh!!! The heat hit us like stepping into a sauna. Almost instantly, I began perspiring and gave my zipper a little tug.Holiday cheer was poured liberally and I received the usual and expected drunken hugs (disguised gropes but some were just outright gropes). And I continued to tug on my zipper.Hubby was chatting with boys when he looked over at me and motioned toward my zipper. YIKES!!! I was unzipped to. The driver and passenger, engaged in a heateddiscussion, were crushed by a lorry. Death was instantaneous for both.I went to pieces. I couldn't focus, felt unable to take decisions aboutthe funeral or anything else. So Rosie stepped up. She had grown up withus. She was my daughter's best friend.She knew us.In the two weeks before the funeral, Rosie was amazing. She moved into mydaughter's old bedroom (hers too, when she was staying with us ), andtook charge of everything.And she gradually.