She was a mother of two daughters; Aged 8 and 6. It was Friday night when I was ready to begin. Her husband named Jason was at an all boys party' at h...s friends house so I felt this was the perfect time to complete my task which I long awaited doing. I waiting until exactly 12:00am. I crouched outside Kelly's home, watched as Kelly went into both her daughters room and put both girls to sleep. She then went into her room and hopefully fell asleep as well. It was Friday night, tomorrow Kelly. I wonder if she is coming on to me. The work is done and I cover her holding up the towels so she can discretely roll over. Her arms at her side, I uncover her right leg and begin to oil her skin to wake it before I bend it back to her chest to put her limb through a range of motion. “Have you ever been to an after-party before," she asks abruptly. “Often, when I was in college. I was a theater major. I worked backstage, did scenery and preparations. They can get pretty wild.”“A theater major. I've beenthere."Walt had three children of his own. Now grown, they were scattered aroundthe country. Walt seldom saw them and when he did he was required to flyout to meet them. They never came to Hope Crossing. His relationship witheach of them was on the mend and in each case it was mending slowly. Waltnever specified the reasons for the rift and Marcia figured he hadreasons for not doing so. Marcia had never met any of them and didn'texpect she ever would. If it came to that, she couldn't. The things Leah had gotten into scared me. I thought she was perfect. I used to love her so much. I used to want to be just like her. That used to be the greatest compliment I could hear: You're just like your sister. I knew I could fall into that trap just as easily as she did. I had no real friends. The two or three people I'd spend time with at school were as socially awkward as I was." But Mom wanted me to go out and meet people – to be a social butterfly. She had agreed to a date for me.