On the way down to the banquet room where the reunion was being held, Samantha and I concocted a bullshit story. Sam had been killed six months ear...ier, and Samantha, his wife, came to the reunion to meet all his old friends.We sat on bar stools sipping ice water because we passed off as straight vodka. Like we weren't already trashed enough. Guy after guy hit on us. Samantha gave them all the brush-off. She knew what she wanted; Jimmy Joe Jefferson.While we waited on Jimmy Joe's. He stared at her, unable to move or talk. ‘Holy Shit!’ he thought. ‘Was…was she out here listening to me? Does she know what I just did?’ He felt his face getting hot and wished he could hide somewhere. ‘I…I thought something was…was wrong, so…I…I came to check,’ Joanne stammered. ‘I…’ Larry realized from the woman’s appearance that she must have heard him through the bathroom door and knew what he’d been doing. He wasn’t sure what to do. ‘Jesus, she probably thinks I’m some kind of pervert,. Hate, anger, frustration, sorrow. They came at me from every direction. But I could feel the girls' love as I kept moving around the ring of old ones, hemmed in on every side. I could feel a sense of despair come over me as one of their bursts must have gotten around my shields."I love you Michael!" Candy's small voice came to me. "Don't let them hurt you."Then the other girls joined in and I felt my strength returning. But I had to do something. I didn't know how long I could hold out against. He stopped infront of me, and he ?put a hand on my shoulder, and said "Its time to stepout of the shadows, DOROTHY." I thought.He smiled at me, and handed me the microphone. Everyone was looking at me.And then I felt a calm come over me, and suddenly, I felt the Spirit ofGod saying to me "Go on, DAUGHTER."I stood up, and took a breath, and began to speak:"Probably most of you are a little confused by that little introduction.I'm a little thrown by it myself. But there is a reason for it. For.