So Jimmy told her who he was and where he lived. She asked his age and he said s*******n. I told her my name, where I lived, and that I was also s****...**n years old. Then she asked us our grade in school and we told her that in the fall we would be in the eighth grade. She asked us what our parents did for a living and why we were running around without a chaperon. We told her that our parents trusted us, not alone, but when we were together they felt more comfortable about us. She liked. She was quick to let someone know when they had crossed the line of acceptable behavior, but she was even quicker with a hug.The kids also liked Dan. He knew all of the regulars by name. They felt that he wasn’t so old that he had forgotten what it was like to be a teenager living through the hell they called high school. When one of the kids was floundering, he would pull the kid aside and hand them a small stack of papers. In a serious voice, he would say, “This contains all of the advice. Standing in the middle of a strange room clad in only a bra made me feel more foolish than being naked. Questions flashed into my head in no specific order like, who lives in such an expensive bedroom, where is the matching thong for this bra, how did I get here, where are the other girls I was with last night.The shower was behind the door to my right so I went to the door to the left. Bingo, across the sofa was my little black dress, my shoulder bag and my shoes sat on the floor. Still no. "There had to be another way!" But Dave was gently assistive and told me that this was really the "only way", and at long last he reached into his pocket and handed me a small glass vial and suggest that I "take a moment in the ladies room to get myself composed", and seeing the contents of the vial, I did so at once.It was cocaine, and I hadn't been able to 'indulge' in years, do you know how expensive and hard to find the stuff is in West Virginia? Mike had once found my pitiful little stash.