Something about importing a new kind of car. A 'hover car, ' I think he called it." Mommy filled Kathy's plate with a heaping helping of scrambled tof.... "Now eat up and I'll drive you to school. Where's Christi?" Oh, I'm here," the pretty brunette sleepwalker slumped into her chair. "I miss my wake-up call," she whined, "I want my Billy." Oh, you silly," Kathy giggled, "you'll be getting plenty of Billy as soon as he recovers from his party. Oh, that reminds me, Mommy, I invited Officer Ray. I. She was a tiny blonde bombshell, almost the complete opposite of me. She had long dirty-blonde hair which she tied up in messy buns, and she wore a sort of grunge/hipster style of clothing, mixing overalls with crop tops and festival shorts with Doc Martens. And though I tried my best to hide it, I thought she was absolutely gorgeous.I, on the other hand, am barely 5'2, and I dressed solely in black at the time– usually just a plain black t-shirt and black skinny jeans. I had short black hair. By then I needed marriage so I could settle down into a faithful monogamous relationship and stabilise my life, what had been up till then, a badly organised orgy. I'd spent all my younger years travelling the country by foot, road, rail and air, finding it very hard to settle, rarely remaining in one place more than two months. I had really been there and done that and didn't want to play that silly game any more. I explained this to the lady how I felt before I married her, it seems she. I decided to walk past the painting but the next thing that caught my attention was the room next to it. It had a magnificent door and was .Open.I walked into it.Thinking it must have been left open by that butler.But as soon as I walked inside.The door shut close hard.I screamed in horror. I ran towards the door and tried to open it.But it wasn’t opening. It was bolted and somehow immoveable.I was panicking now. I shouted my husband’s name but I couldn’t hear any response.Damn him. And his.