I was aroused, excited, scared and drunk. My hands shook and I could barely keep my mind straight. It took all of my focus to grab my bike off the bal...ony and head out my front door.The first thrill of the night came when I had to carry my bike down the stairs and I passed one of my neighbors who was just coming home. It was only at that moment that I realized the vibrator was audible if you were listening. I kept my head down and avoided eye contact as I passed them on the stairs. I prayed. That's when I saw his name. Pierre Lefute. If he was French, then I was a guy."Turn your head," he ordered, and I did as he said, feeling his fingers in my hair. He pulled out the rubber band I'd used to keep my thick, sable colored hair back, slipping it into his pocket before he finger combed my hair. The waves and curls looked startlingly dark against the silver of the tray, and he arranged it the way he wanted it to look, the length just long enough to touch the edges of the tray."Okay, now. NORA: Screaming: "WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW, OLD MAN?" She rinses off her hands in the briny & treks up from the boat house.DAD: "Come here, Nora, my son's CO has come to visit."NORA: To herself. "Thank Christ, I thought he needed another diaper change." She arrives.DAD: "Nora, this is Frank. He was your husband's Conscientious Objector during the war."NORA: "No, no he's not, Dad, he's Humphrey Bogart and he's a robber. He robbed my cradle."DAD: "Oh, Nora, don't say such things. It's wrong. You're. A well-dressed man walked up to me, introduced himself as "Ron", and started a conversation. During our talk, he told me that he and his wife were having a small get together at their home and invited me over. Since I obviously had no other plans, I accepted.Once we arrived, I looked around the house and noticed there were no other cars in the driveway. When I asked about it, Ron replied that it was still early and the other guests hadn't arrived yet. We went inside and Ron offered me a drink..