I had spent many hours thinking about my past life. I had come to the conclusion that, that life was only awaiting to unfold if I was there to assist....Most of the characters of that life's play would be born. They would not be changed much by me even though I was changed by them.Mom had been busy during the day. Not only was the house clean, in addition she had done the laundry, bought groceries, cooked dinner and even had a few minutes to sew. She was breathless but content to nurse on me like. ” He told her. “Go a different way.”“Crap, okay. Hold on.” She slowed and made a left at the next light. “I’m not sure where this goes.”Neither had any electronics, and they found themselves in a residential neighborhood.“Pull your hat off.” John instructed. “Can you put your hair into a pony tail through the hat strap?”She did that when they stopped at the next intersection.“Great.” He approved. “Now, when you see a man, or a teenage boy walking alone, pull over and ask directions. Act as. He'll be here in a moment. Won't you sit down?" It's 'Butterbuns', darling." said Betty. She sat in one of the three new, soft, red-leather settees grouped around a solid marble-topped coffee table in the center of the elegant sitting room. The hem of Betty's little black dress rode up her black-stockinged legs and inched higher as she crossed one spike-booted calf over the opposite knee. "We're known as the 'B's. Betty and Boris. Mr B and Mrs B." She giggled."Buttered buns are something quite. She really understood me, and my sometimes strange little desires. “Yes dear, it was one of the best times of my life.” I replied honestly. Her smile was ear to ear now as she turned on the TV remote. “I’m glad honey.” She purred.” There isn’t anything we need to be embarrassed about with each other, is there?”’ I agreed, and looked at the screen. “This,” She announced,”is a copy. I thought you might find it interesting and somewhat revealing.” There we were as I remembered, kneeling on our.