.." I started. She smiled and pointed to the back of the store. "These swimsuits are for women with bigger breasts. I think we will find what you need...back there" She pointed and I felt her warm hand on the small of my back guiding me as we walked between the racks of clothes. I didn't protest. "I'm looking for sexy lingerie." I uttered nervously. This woman was half my age. Her hair was cut short and dyed purple. A tattoo on her muscular arm and make gave her a very edgy look. Standing beside. One thing I should have said at the first of my stories, I have been a type one diabetic for twenty-five years. I always carry candy, cookies and orange juice with me in case I hit a low and feel like I am going to pass out. I pulled into my driveway at about six the next morning, it took me eight hours. There was no jeep or any other vehicles there, it was real quiet. I ran into the house and it looked ransacked, there was so much stuff missing, I knew something terrible had happened, I could. I used the fact that you had been turned into a slave to convince them to help me in taking care of the bad men. What you saw taking place inside that inn was combat. It may not have been obvious that a fight was taking place, but don’t think otherwise for a single minute. Lives were at stake. If the town had chosen to believe them, we’d have been in very serious trouble.”“Oh,” Erica said. She hadn’t thought that the entire population of the town was an army that Mike had used in taking down. One day we were talking about our earliest experiences with masturbation and she told me that even as a young girl, the rain was special. She had her bedroom in the loft of an A-framed house and the patter of the falling rain would calm her and put her in a dreamy state. Only many years later did she realize that what she had thought was a mystical trance was actually sexual arousal. Even now, she tells me that the rain is like making love; just imagine a drizzle as comparable to gentle,.