..I'm pretty sure. "Where to first?" I asked." There's the party at the lake."she said. "We're there."as I grabbed third gear and gassed it. We pull...d up to the lake about a 6 pack and 30 minutes later. We ride all around it and nothing. Not a single person. "The party must have got busted and I've got to pee." I told her as I came to a stop. "Me too! I thought you were never gonna stop." swinging her door open. "Where to next?" I asked getting out of truck. I heard her voice coming from. I don’t care if she does, Carla thought. Doris loves me just the way I am. She started singing to herself. It was a song recorded a number of years ago by Martina McBride. “Don’t see no reason to change my plan, My baby loves me just the way that I am.” She was still humming to herself as Alice picked up the phone. “My,” Alice exclaimed. “Aren’t we the chipper one?” Carla took a big breath, and said, “Alice, you know you’re my best friend, and I have to ask a big favor.” “Well?” “Remember I. Her ass felt sore and blistered from the saddle, but she was willing to push the pain to the back of her mind to focus on getting to that dig as fast as possible. Thankfully she saw it in the gentle valley below when her horse climbed to the top of a hill. There were a few tents set up in the traditional Mongolian 'Ger' style around a big, wide hole from which workers would climb in and out of, hauling bags of earth. There were a few locals sitting on the sidelines on a smoke break, their pant. They shared none of her parents’ beliefs or attitudes, and had been increasingly concerned about what was being done to her. They were a caring and loving couple, about whom she wrote with fondness and gratitude, and they did what they could to undo the damage that had been done to her still-growing sexual self, but the scars had already run deep beyond their ability to bring healing. Had her parents lived, they would probably have done all they could to “protect” her from a university.