‘Was it the laugh? No wait, it was the smile!’ As she was removing her coat, he noticed it was a deep dark red with designer buttons of gold with ... fur-trimmed hood! Her shoulder length hair with big sassy soft curls was shining in the fire light. She had well groomed nails, rosy flushed cheeks from the crisp air outside and a sense of confidence about her that was evident by the way she carried herself. Moreover, that infectious continuous smile on her face was intoxicating. ‘Where did he. "Mom?" the girl whispered.Theresa continued snoring."Mom?" she said, louder this time. Still no response came from the sleeping woman."Mom?"Karen almost shouted it the third time but her mother just lay there. She pushed gently on Theresa's shoulder, trying to shake her awake but it was of no use either. If her mother had not been snoring so loudly, Karen would have worried that she was in an alcohol induced coma. When she realized that her mother couldn't be woken she relaxed and stepped back. She said that she needed to know the seriousness of injury by looking at the color of the skin. Then, she would massage that part with vaseline.I was more than happy to agree to her suggestion. But she was hesitant and said I should do this on my own. I said the pain is too much for me to treat myself. She agreed to help me, we moved to the bedroom and I removed my pants. She brought her face close to my thigh to clearly see the injury. Her breath on my thigh made me tingle and I started to. There were rumors about Line Crews being transferred to their northern territory and/or even layoffs. They worked on the seniority system so I was one of the Tramps at the bottom. There was a posting of a Lineman position open at PG&E's District Yard in Taft, CA about 30 miles southwest of Bakersfield so I put in for this job and was awarded it.Taft is really a sandy, desert area to me. Taft was originally named Moron by the railroad company but that was before that word had today's definition..