Going back into our room, I open up the curtains. The California Sun shines bright.Adrienne comes out of the bathroom, wearing jean shorts and a black...tank top."Hey, will you French braid my hair?" Sure, come here, and sit."She sits on the floor, with me on the bed, and hands me her brush and two hair elastics.I brush out her hair, and part it down the middle."Excited about moving in?" I ask her, putting one side in a ponytail, and brushing the other one thoroughly.She doesn't answer for a few. Bart: Some things do. They didn't tell me about you. So are you that guy.Wes: It's not me.Eddie: (confused) You two know each other.Bart: No I thought he was someone else. So what do you want to know?Eddie: Well are you, or have you ever been an employee of Swamp Dog.Bart: (without any hesitation) I make herbal tea, nothing more.Eddie: I have it on good authority that you worked for the Swamp Dog at one time.Bart: I make herbal tea, nothing more.Eddie: Then before you made Herbal tea.Bart: We. Must be a joke.”She looked around and inside the package for clues. A few minutes later, as she placed the white silky dress on the couch, the telephone rang. She answered to hear a deep soft baritone voice, “We will ring your bells tomorrow evening on for a day and bring in the July fourth fireworks. This is happening for real. After tomorrow you will no longer need the toy in your nightstand.”Patty was suddenly frightened and afraid. She called her son to share the unexpected event and her. Itwas one of the hottest days of the year and there I was with a heavysweatshirt covering up the upper half of my body. Sure I could wade inthe ocean but I couldn't go for a swim as that would make the wetsweatshirt cling to my body and expose the breasts that lurked beneathit. So my younger brother and I are walking along the boardwalk, and I'msweating like a pig in my sweatshirt, and I'm thinking: "Is that what therest of my life is going to be like? Spending all my time trying to keepmy body.