She stood there dumbstruck, her mouth agape. ‘See?’ he asked. ‘Oh my!’ She looked around in confusion. ‘Well what should I do? I mean, how d...es it work? What do I have to do?’ ‘Well, in your case my dear, it’s your self-image, as I’ve said. Let’s talk about what you see when you look in the mirror: a short little girl, insignificant and not very attractive, plain and underdeveloped. Is that about right, would you say? Why don’t we start with that? Go look in your mirror.’ Lacy opened the door. Great idea. I know what I’m going as.” Debbie said.“Something…. a little BDSM.” I laughed.“Listen you know I will need your help. I had to invite that, bitch Fern, otherwise Big D. wouldn’t be there. I will need your help to distract her.”“Why’s that Julia. What do you want for your 50th Birthday present?”“I want to confirm to you first that rumour. I want to see it. I want to feel it. I want that big fat cock.” I cried out.“You will…you will.” Debbie laughed.I had moved on a lot. Hitting 50. She’d kept his childhood home immaculate and ready for that day when he’d leave the Corp. and return.The Pyles accompanied the casket back and on an oppressively humid Kansas day his Sergeant was laid to rest.“Gomer, do you remember that time when Vincy came to visit and you got stuck on the same plane and you ended up here at the house as well?”Laughter abounded in the Carter living room.“Oh, my, yes, Mrs. Carter.”“He still believed to this day that he saw you up there in the attic with that. Lights were on and we were able to use the phone there to check in with Sheriff Naile.We walked around and checked on houses until we decided on one for our overnight stay. Interesting, all the refrigerators were empty of perishables, so we made do out of cans and jars from several pantries.Dinner was from a large jar of Prego Spaghetti Sauce, doctored with canned mushrooms, black olives, a jar of roasted peppers, and some hard sausage from a gift box. All were diced to add flavor and texture..