Stepping over Chuck’s sprawled legs, he slid to the door, peering out the small crack. When he didn’t see anything, he slipped his toe into the cr...ck, throwing it open and spinning low. The sound of glass shattering had him jumping backwards, turning to look at the back of the house. ‘Fuck me, he’s coming in through the kitchen window,’ he hissed, sprinting towards the back of the house. ‘Dammit, where’s my back up.’ Jack slid against the wall of the hall that led to the kitchen, his back flat. It felt like hours, but it was more like several tortuous minutes. I despaired at the thought of trying to explain all this to my parents. Thankfully (so I thought) he came walking up and handed me my paperwork. He flashed his ticket book at me menacingly."I'm giving you a ticket for speeding over forty miles per hour above the limit; another ticket for careless driving, and one for reckless driving. I could have written a few more if I wanted, like "indecent exposure" and other violations.. Are you guys cold? Why don't you come along with us?"Karen and Heather looked at each other, confused as hell. Nobody seemed to care that almost every one was naked and no one, besides themselves, had made any effort to hide their privates ... this was really weird.Lisa then joined in the discussion. "Very well ... I think that's an excellent idea. If you guys would give us a hand to hang out our sleeping bags to dry while we finish hanging up our clothes, we'll grab the food and we'll join. Either way I planned to catch him with a car full of meth.Once home I switch gears, during that afternoon and into the evening I spent time on the computer trying to verify Mary Ellen's story. It all made sense and it all sort of checked out. She came to town a year before to open the dress shop. She claimed she saw an opportunity when the women stated to talk about there private lives, Thats when the idea for the business came to her. She needed a partner with some knowledge of the area, so.