?A short time later we were back on the muddy trail, Miss Julia confident that the others hadn’t gotten too far.?No doubt your friend Mike has gotte... stuck a few times, slowing them down. He just isn’t as smart and clever as you are, Eric.? Miss Julia patted the edge of my seat. I had improvised a slip cover out of some garbage bags she had stowed with her camping gear in the back. My clothing was almost completely soaked with mud and while it was probably good that Miss Julia was. " "Yes, what if I give your father head, would that be better?" "No, Mom!" Bradly objected, getting up. "It is great that you two support us, but doing it in front of each other is beyond weird, Mom." "Would it be better if I took off my sundress, son?" Mindy pondered, closing the gap between them. "No, Mom, it’s still a bit odd. It is great that you two made it work, but just proposing this weird scenario, that's screwed up." "Okay, I'm sorry," she fretted, moving back. "Mom, are you crying?". "But we have a lot to accomplish before we can leave for Boston."The "we" turned out to be me. I was allowed to rest for the rest of the day while she explained what was scheduled. First there was the "correct" outfit to wear to the show, then a day at the spa getting all spiffy. That didn't include the new watch, shoes, over coat and such.I tried to pay but all she would say was, "Dad would be very upset if you were allowed pay."The meals at the "villa" were first class. They were prepared by. ?’ ‘So it’s probably all your fault,’ she laughed. ‘It started after that last time I was with you, you were kind and caring and I just decided that I was done with being lonely and abused, I finally wanted my own life. Then just a few weeks later my arsehole of a father beat my mother up one time too many and she just packed her bags and left, I don’t know where she went, but she sent me a couple of postcards with a Scottish postmark.’ ‘Oh God Sharon, I’m so sorry, that must have been awful…’.