"Our conversation turned to easier topics for a while before we decided it was time to get home.Suzette's mother must have seen us pull in because she...was on the porch before I could exit the car.I told Suzette thanks for the ride and I waved at Mrs. Crawford, who didn't wave back I might add.I was in the back yard a couple of evenings later when Suzette came over and sat down. She was wearing a light sundress and she had on makeup for the first time since I'd met her. Not a lot, but enough to. I was overwhelmed by the reality, the Presence, of God – what we call 'immanence'. I was aware of His love, his forgiveness, his desire to heal me, to deliver me from my addiction. I just ... surrendered." She chuckled, "I'm told I was in a sort of trance, jabbering away in some language I'd never learned, for about an hour. I just had no awareness of the passing of time. I think for you, it means choosing to surrender ... deciding, consciously. Everyone's different, you see."Delia closed her. I would learn later that after we left for work and school mom beganbegan her routine of laundry, housework and grocery shopping, but todaywhen she went into my room and decided to take a look at the items she'dgotten me, when she opened my drawer she saw that the pack of pantieswere open and one of the camisoles had been worn, she'd had a feeling asmothers do, wondering, "Ever since I walked in on Andy and saw thechanges he's been going through I thought that there might be somethinghe's not. The feeling of the cool air playing up my dress across my pantyhosed legs was electrifying to me. I climbed in my car, not worrying if the neighbors saw me. They would just assume that it was my sister or my mom. I started the car and drove off.Four hours later, I walked back into the house with my fingernails a ruby red and my hair done in a French braid. Looking in the mirror in the bathroom, I knew that it was worth the $100 I had spent. I took my dress and pantyhose off and slid into a.