Unfortunately, grandma's gonna need some help around the farm until he's better. So your aunt and I are going to drive down tomorrow morning, we'll be...back in four days.” “Oh, I see...” I said, trying to hold back the excitement of having the house to myself. “Well, thats not all, your aunt feels that it'd be better if your cousins stayed with you while we're gone.” 'Shit!', I thought, 'there goes those plans...' I hid my disappointment as I said, “Oh okay, cool” Truthfully, I didn't mind my. For on that day, we must be ready to fight! We have to take the side of righteousness and if we can decimate our enemy before it can rise…well that gives us the better chance, shall we say?’) She was before him smelling of Charlie the perfume. Her hair was the same color, her scent different, an earthy one. No, this was not his daughter Sara. Her eyes met his. Memories blinding him with hindsight… (‘Daddy, he is not evil. He’s just a boy and I love him!’ His own voice bitter and harsh in his. She had dressed as best she could for work, but withdefinitely keeping one eye on this evenings fun!. Underneath her fingertiplength wool coat, she had a silk neck scarf, tight white blouse, a flowingpleated tartan skirt that reached just above her knees. Finally, she had wornher knee high black leather boots. These had a pointed toe and not too much ofa heel. Sex siren meets girl next door. She was proud of these boots, they costher a weeks pay. ?Of course I could justify them? she said to. She had visited a few and what she had seen horrified her. Sure, they tried to be nice places, but they were depressing. It wasn’t that the facilities were bad or the employees were horrible people. The real problem was that the residents were old, real old, and they acted old. Some of them were losing their memories. Other were confined to wheelchairs. They were old, but even at 72 she didn’t feel old. She felt like she was 50 inside. She felt that getting immersed in a community of old people.