It was late afternoon, and Brynn began to sing, softly, and Nick listened but wasn’t familiar with the song. She was no professional, there was no d...ubt about that, but he found her voice pleasant. He suggested a song, but she wasn’t familiar with it, nor did she know the next four he suggested. She countered with a few of her own, but not only did he not know the songs, he hadn’t even heard of the bands. They did manage to discover that they were both familiar with easy listening, or ‘old. Pops when in a state of being drunk fell onto the tracks of the subway and got fried when he made contact with the deadly third rail.I was around eight-teen and Ma having not been satisfied for five years decided to make a man out of me and and we slept together. This was probably the reason I loved older women and why incest was no big deal to me.I did well in school and later having stashed away some bucks went to a technical Inst. for diesel and electrical maintenance.Gloria was working in. She rose to the occasion, took over with a professional tourniquet which let me rise from my bloody duties and see to Em, who had come round, but was as weak as a kitten, and couldn't stop crying. I helped her onto a chair by the back door, wrapped her in a blanket, and while Carol called the ambulance and the police, I yanked off my blood soaked t-shirt and mini-skirt, and raced around the house semi-naked, on a mission of concealment. I briefed Em and Carol as best I could in the. The sergeant said, "Shuffle your feet, and get out of the way."So ... that's what she did. She climbed out of the diggings and walked away. If she hadn't been soaking wet and immediately covered in dust turned to mud, more men would have noticed her. Just walking to the embankment she was transformed into a mud ball.Once free of the dust cloud, she sat down to explore her options. She was far from depression but close to panic. Sitting at the side of the hauley road she looked so confused that.