.." I'll give you a hand," Hayley offered, helping Jessica and Paige carrytheir suitcases up the stairs to Jessica's childhood bedroom. Jessicawinced ...s she entered the bedroom where she grew up- unlike her bedroomin London, or her old bedroom in Paris, there wasn't a trace offemininity anywhere in the room. The room wasn't masculine- her smallbookshelf was filled with her old childhood books about geography andAmerican history, and the posters on her wall were of beautifullandscapes, rather. She thought she was a talented painter, thought it might be her only talent, and she was as determined to continue her art as she was to care for her grandmother.Jack worked on the docks with her and had befriended her when she had begun. It was hard work, and the men didn't make it easy for a young girl. Jack had told her rather frankly not long after she'd begun that he bet she was a pretty randy fuck and really never stopped hitting on her, but he became her only confidant at work and she. Harley kicked the man in the face and took the revolver away from his nerveless fingers."Harley, that's enough. I don't want you to go and kill someone else. Now if you want me to sleep with you tonight, you will let that miser'ble whelp loose. I mean it Harley." Ida Marie's voice was shrill with fear. She knew about the railroad bull, had seen her husband put a desk through a wall and threaten to hurt people a couple of other times to defend his family.Harley stopped his attack as if a switch. One night we were alone i asked her if she wanted to go on a mini vacation to the beach she said yes that would be wonderful and the k**s would really enjoy it,i told her no just me and you but she would,nt hear of it and said we would have to take them.2 weeks later we loaded up and headed for the beach for a four day get away.the first two days we all had alot of fun and the beach was crowded with many friendly people,the third day we had a good time and had a few beverages during the day.