To be honest, I hated my dad. Why did he have to leave us so early? Why did he have to go? My mom had me when she was 17. Dad being at the same age. M...m said dad died during his trip to Egypt, she told me dad loved the desert and wouldn't mind dying there. Sometimes I'm wondering is he really dead? Or did he actually built a home with those Egyptian girls sucking his dick every other day?***It's a hot day. And mom just got home from work. She took a long shower, while I watched tv. It's a. ^ ^ ^ ^ Paris, France August, 1914 I was oddly unaffected by the clamor that washed over me as I leaned against the bar in Marcel’s, a bistro located on a fairly busy side street not far from the row of embassies that represented the interests of the various nations of the world in France. The men in the pub were boastful, and patriotic songs filled the air. Outside, the streets were filled with cheering demonstrators, all of them chafing to get at the ‘Boches.’ It was late on a hot summer. Daddy said, “Anniston will do time, though.”I had mixed feelings, but not enough to argue her side. One person had already been murdered and another was under direct threat. Huddled in a fucking safe house in fucking St. Louis. Anniston didn’t know anything about that, but she had played a part.Seated in Hank’s office, Daddy nodded at me. I knew I’d have to give the FBI more than an outline, more than a summary. I went through everything thoroughly. Hank, again like Daddy, didn’t interrupt,. She was to move into Lisa's room and startcalling herself Lisa. Lisa had already dressed more appropriate for a 17 yearsold and with the makeup she looked very convincing. They smiled as Thea, nowLisa, saw what they had put out for her. It was one of Lisa's old Sunday dresswith both petticoats and ruffles. Lisa had out grown it several years ago andit had been stored in the attic ever since. When they had dressed her they both fell on the bed laughing. Thea lookedat herself in the mirror. She.