Once safely inside, the door against her back, she begins to breathe deeply; her heart rate racing at full speed. She closes her eyes and replays the ...ounds she heard in her mind. In a rush, she tosses the laptop on her bed, disrobes and heads directly for the shower. She can barely wait for the water to reach full temperature, and steps in. She stands with her back to the flow of water, lifts her right leg and places it on the little shelf along the rim as if she were going to be shaving her. Marshall was a lady I had known most my life (you don’t live in a small town and not know 80% of the people that live in it). As I sat in the basement playing Xbox my mom reminded me about Mrs. Marshall and that since her husband passed a number of years back, she’d been having a rough time with the upkeep of her ranch and suggested if I were to eventually become a vet that I should become a little more intimate with the kind of people that own these lands and a****ls and what they go through. Mom is 60 years old and still look good for her age.I am returning home on my dad 1st aniversary, and took my mom to Monterey Bay where my dad ashes was s**tered.We check in into one of the 1st class Hotel with only 1 bedroom.We went to Piers and throw a flower for my dad and then ,go to the Aquarium and many other places in Monterey.At around 12:18 we having lunch and back to the piers sat and talks until dawn.We go back to the hotel and order diner for both of us. Mom went to take a shower. “Where did you get this?” I asked. “Don’t you worry about it, it’s just for us,” she answered with a devilish little grin on her face. “We can’t drink this Mel, what if your parents come home and catch us?” I asked. “That’s the other part of my surprise Michelle,” she answered, “They’re not coming home, they went out of town for the weekend, so it’s just us!” I couldn’t help but smile, I had Mel all to myself for the whole weekend! “I’m going to go get some glasses, make yourself comfortable.