Two years ago.”“Me and my big mouth,” she laughed. “But I think I was right then, and that you’re right, now.”“I also suggested to Tasha...that she consider going to junior college when she graduates.”Mom nodded, “That would give her a bit of seasoning.”“I think she tastes good as is!” I smirked.“I think it’s time for you to go to church, Subdeacon Pig!”“You love me anyway!”“I do!”I grinned and hugged her, and headed off to church.May 29, 1983, McKinley, OhioI arrived back at Taft just after. Islowly put my hands up as if cooperating, and began distracting him."Clyde, please don't kill me, please." Shut your hole bitch," he yelled out, addressing the officers whilepushing the gun harder against my skull. "I'm gonna kill her." Clyde," I said, getting his attention, "don't you have someone thatcares for you?" I asked him a question, trying to get him thinkingjust as Reid popped up in the firing position. Clyde reacted fasterthan anyone thought. He re-positioned his arm over my. It was then that I saw how many people were still there. I was shook and thinking to myself that I cannot go through with it, what if I knew someone there. So I turned around and drove off, I hopes he hadn’t seen me. As I sped away I kept checking my mirror. To my dismay I saw his vehicle catching me. He pulled up beside me in a double lane and tried to yell something to me. I pretended I didn’t see him. At that point I was panicking not knowing what to do. I sped around some streets but he. A week or so after our most recent get together she called me and said she had a strange request. She had another client who she saw regularly. This guy was some hot shot surgeon who was married but saw her on the side. In the course of their conversations he had told her that he was bi-curious and had a very strong desire for some sexual contact with a guy but was afraid to try to initiate anything. Or he didn’t know how to go about it safely. She told him about me and said if it was ok with.