Kevin are you some sort of sociopath? Do you get off on purposely wasting and officers time? We used a helicopter Kevin? I don’t know what type of g...me your playing boy but you coming with us, I’m on my way as I speak and If you are even remotely innocent, you’ll stay put until I get there? … are you fucking serious? You can’t find the dirt road in middle of a suburban area that’s so out of place it looked like a noose around someone’s neck? I was hysterical, I really thought Officer Bullet. . ', 3rd June 1953 to be precise, my father's dream of living in a thatched cottage on a couple of acres of ground from which he could produce all the family's needs came to fruition. The events that followed should have put anyone off this life style for, well ... life. Seeds didn't germinate, and when they did a herd of steers broke into the garden and trampled everything. When that didn't happen drought reduced the water level in the well so that there was no water. Rats seemed to have free. "She looked at me briefly, her expression softening fractionally before she nodded."I didn't think you did." Oh thank God!" I exclaimed in relief."And I haven't forgotten that you warned me about dating Wes." Uh ... well ... I don't think Wes..."My voice tailed of as her face hardened."I was his date, Randy. His date," she repeated pointedly. "He was responsible for me; for protecting me when he took me to that party. Was that too much for me to expect - that I would be safe from 'those. As I followed her up the stairs, her chubby ass was practically in my face and it jiggled like jello with each step that she took! Okay, yeah, I'm a pervert! I admit it. When we got to her apartment, she said, “Come on in Joe. You can put the groceries on the kitchen counter over there and have a seat." “Would you like a beer?”, she asked. “Uh, okay!”, I said maybe with too much excitement. Her couch was very comfortable. She walked back and handed me a cold 16 oz. Light beer. Betty sat down.