.and those seeking the abnormal. For those in tunewith such things, there was an unmistakable power that emanated out fromthe grove, from the massiven...ss of the trunks, and this crowd hadgathered in their center to channel it. A sort of natural chapel wasformed in a low spot at the center of the trees with their massive trunkssurrounding it not unlike the stone columns of a cathedral that held up avaulted ceiling.In the glow of the light from a burning fire, Alex could make out hismother's. "She thinks I'm a girl," I say, "and I have classes with her." If she doesn't recognize you here, she won't recognize you at school,"dad answers."Look through these," dad offers. "Maybe you'll find something suitablefor Dea. Otherwise, we'll spend hours and hours here."I start reluctantly browsing through dresses. I know mom and dad willnever buy what Dea likes. Because she likes everything mini micro barelycovering her underwear.I notice then dad's not here. I see him at checkpoint talking to. "I want you so bad it hurts." You've got me, Mickey, I promise you, darling, you've got me!"Reluctantly she climbed off me, and I led her to the bathroom, where she sat down on the bowl with her legs wide open."You ever watch a girl pee before?" she laughed."No."My voice sounded like it belonged to someone else as she motioned me to squat down in front of her."Would you like to?" God yes Mickey."I'm not sure what I expected, a roll of drums, or fanfare or something, I'd only had two serious. She was obviously trying to hide them but it was impossible. Some might call this type of woman a bit chubby, but I would say curvy+. As they all introduced themselves I learned her name was Anna, a 35-year married mother of two.During the brakes all of us would go for a coffee break of a lunch, and, as common for business trips, some of them were teasing and flirting among each other, especially when we went for a joint dinner, but not Anna. She would talk about her husband, marriage, lovely.