I was happy to see it was a nice place in a nice neighborhood. Being a sober companion I have stayed in a lot of sketchy places and a few downright du...ps. I grabbed my bags and headed to the front door. I hit the buzzer and after a few moments I hear a young woman's voice. "Who is it?" "Hi, Ms Lovato? I'm Mike, your new sober companion" "Come right in, I am in my room, put your bags down and come in and say hi." I grab the door knob and turn, I walk in and put my drop bags and. The next morning when I came downstairs for breakfast, Mike was already at work and My mom had met me at the doorway of the kitchen with a scowl on her face "WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT YOUNG LADY!!!!" she knew I hadn't come home when I was supposed too. I was going to have a comeback of "Well you dident seem too worried when you were fucking Mike last night instead of waiting for me to come home" But I was too tired for an argument so I apologized even though I was so angry because ever since. He talked as we landed, otherwise I think I would have been sick as the plane lurched and swayed.The blindfold was taken off after he stopped the engine. He let me out, and put me in a car, and drove me to a huge old fashioned stone house like you see on the television. A wide flight of steps went up to the front door. I was trembling as I went with him into a long dark corridor. Turned to the left, into a large office. A man sitting behind a desk, stood up as I entered and walked over to me. ”“Sure, but I figure the options are better at McKinley than here in West Monroe or Rutherford. There wasn’t anyone we graduated with I was interested in and then I was basically out of commission for six months. I’ll be in McKinley most of the year for the next four years.”“And that will be someone who will allow us our close relationship?”“I think it has to be.”“Which is why you’re making the point about Melody,” I said. “But I wonder if getting to know her would help.”“Possibly. You don’t.