I said, “Sure, Babe…Anything for you and Tim…Up to a point”. When Heather and Tim arrived things were very formal and somewhat awkward because...Tim didn’t seem to want to be here. Eventually, though, Heather and I coaxed Tim to get in the pool with us, dressed even as he was, and to lie on the float on the right-hand side of Heather’s float and I got on the one to her left. We just floated around for a while talking about everyday things that neighbors would discuss with one another in any. "I'm a soldier, Maryland Line." It was the easiest way to say it although it was not true."Oh," she said, wiggling and trying to get comfortable, stirring me as she did. She hooked her feet behind my legs."Where did you live?" I asked. "Before all this?" When my mother died, we lived in Marfield, just over the line." She went on and told me about her step-father, an itinerant preacher of some sort and how he tried to get her into his bed and then sold her, saying she was indentured to get a. I did not tell him yes or no; I needed time to get over the initial shock. I know it's something a married woman should not even consider, but it seems like an innocent request. And the thought of portraying the part of the white girlfriend of James could be a lot of fun.” She paused, looking at me to gauge my reaction before she continued, “So anyhow, before I said yes I wanted to discuss it with you. Please don’t be upset with me for wanting to go.” I was stunned! “Wow, honey! I have to. ’ I replied firmly. ‘You need a ride home this morning? I didn’t see your car when I got here last night.’ ‘Nah, I’m helping Kevin set up the spare bedroom today. I guess they decided we’re all here so much, they might as well have somewhere for us to sleep besides the couch.’ It was true. We always ended up at Bryan’s house, as it was pretty much in the middle of where we all lived. And two or three nights a week, at least one of us would crash there. I did it the most, although I claimed it.