And I had to drive to calm down. I decided to visit Betty, maybe she could calm me down.When I arrived at her home there was six cars parked outside h...r home. I had come this far, I wasn't turning back now. So I parked and knocked on the door. Melanie opened it and leapt into my arms. She had lost a good bit of weight and had grown a couple of inches. "Charlie, you have come to see me. I have wished for this day. Come in, I'm sorry we have a lot of Gran's friends here. They came after. Patch wore blue denim that went unwashed once he put it on new from the General Store. The jacket and trousers were crusted with months of grime from living among his milking goats. He once answered a discourteous remark about his laundry habits with a stern denial: "'Course I washes 'em. Ain't a summer goes by that I don't fall in the river!"His fedora hat was shabby and sweat-stained. Sparkling eyes peered from under that tattered brim, set in a craggy face wrinkled by years of sun and work.. . any food here." Her breath caught in her throat as she answered him. Phil began working on the clasp of her bra, lack of food didn't really seem to matter as the hooks parted. "Oh yesss... let's eat in." Her answer faded into a moan when the last clasp parted. The pressure of the confining bra released and as her breasts fell free the warmth of strong hands caught them. A jolt ran through her body, her breasts were celebrating a long lost sensation as hands again caressed them. Diana let her. Waterman knows I might have a way that will help you," I told her."The problem I can't tell you about until I talk to your folks, but Ican't tell your folks without your permission." Do you really think you can help?" she asked."Yes I can help," I said flatly. "But I need your parents permissionand I will need one thing from you." What would you need from me except my permission to tell my folks?"she asked."Your promise not to try and kill yourself ever again," I told her."What if my parents.