She was done much early. She changed into a long t shirt, usually she would put on for sleeping, got out of her school uniform and lied down for a lit...le nap. She must be sound sleep when she heard the bell ring for the third time and ran to open the door. She noticed that Mr. Waldo was also not wearing his dress shirt and slacks but he was also in a very casual outfit of cut-off jeans shorts and an old t-shirt. Reaching the living room, she told Mr. Waldo that she would be right back after. You remember, the one holding the Last Call bell? Yeah, well, he's called Jungle Joe for a reason, and I was about to learn why.Lemon worked his way down the bar to me and tilted his head back to get my face into the proper zone of his new quadrifocal lenses. I knew they were new because I moonlight as the accountant for his optometrist."Well, good evenin' Mister Danmark." It was really him: his dentures faintly whistled the 's' in 'Mister.'That was somewhat of a relief. I wasn't sure what I'd. It was right between his legs, and I didn’t see how it could have fit inside his pants! I never saw anything like this before, Diary. It was good that Mommy let me lay on her lap now and she was holding me and talking to me and even rubbing softly on my stomach. God! (Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to cuss like that.) She took my hand now and raised it to her titty, held it there. “Cassy, squeeze me there. Daddy will watch and he’ll like it, and I will, too.” And so I did. I’m thirteen!!!! . Four years ago, new dreams began where she seemed to be actively seeking him out. He had been tortured with them almost nightly for the next two and a half years. Then, for several months, she left him completely alone. But for the last several months, he had been dreaming of her almost nightly. Often, the dreams included another ghostly, dark haired girl whom he thought of as Béla’s sister, although he hadn’t known about any sister when she’d been alive. The only time the dreams didn’t come.