I noticed her lower legs, her gray suit,and her heels; as I looked up she was just standing there, thirtyinches away. She looked at me, but with a qui...zically, sort of oddlook. My hair was wrapped with a band but the tail was on my shoulder."Excuse me Miss, but is that your boyfriend's Audi?" I saw that Sheilanoticed my eyes reviewing her. "And why the hell are you checking meout?"I couldn't speak, as I was also surprised, by my overt study of heroutfit."I, well no," I stuttered, "It is mine,. .. naked. I'll come later for you darling.Dallas is leaving but it's making a bit of noise. Pamela listens to him and quickly covers her private parts with her hands.-Pamela: Oh no! If someone sees me naked... It will be very embarrassing, I better go.Pamela dries off and puts on her clothes.Time passes and it gets dark, Pamela takes refuge in a small tent.-Pamela: I have to rob another house, I already have very long hair in my vagina and it is uncomfortable. I'm very hot, maybe... maybe I. The next morning we heard a pounding sound. It was dad downstairs repairing the door. When Mom came to see him, she couldn’t stay mad at him and offered him a cup of coffee. They truly had a one of a kind marriage. Dad didn’t apologize. He didn’t do that very often. From that day on if he was drunk, Mom let him in. Chapter 2 There was one other funny story when Dad got drunk once again. It was the last time that we ever saw Dad drunk and it was a good forty years ago. He told us that he learned. A football match was playing, a re-run from the weekend she guessed. Rachel hit the remote and turned the sound down and spun on her heel to admonish Jim. He wasn’t there. How could he be? Jim was dead. In that brief moment, she had fully expected to see him slouched across the settee in his boxers. It was a shock that he wasn’t and then a deeper shock when she remembered why he couldn’t be. She picked up the remote and pressed the power switch and wondered how the set had come on without her.