..you see the image, you cannot believe that is you...touching YOUR hair with YOUR nails. In hersuit...no your suit...you are Katherine! Well at least...for the next fewhours, and you are going to spend time with someone whose company youenjoy. Just being around him makes you feel so alive.....and so correctin the role. The role of a mature, classy lady--your mother in law. Youtake a deep breath.You open the door. Kevin smiles, such nice teeth! Not sure why youthought that. His tan skin is. “Well, you know how to kill a mood,” he muttered, suddenly depressed. Mumbling, he broke into Mom’s stash.In addition to a dozen rolled joints, a baggie was stuffed with lush green leaves. Medical marijuana, he thought ... what a joke. Taking a pair of joints and the Bic lighter, he set the box aside, and returned to the kitchen for his beer.The condo had balconies front and rear, but his only choice right now was the back. The front overlooked the parking lot, and even at 3:45 am, he might be. I had already had eleven babies in the six or seven years since getting back from the cave. As the winter arrived we would sprout more tendrils to keep out the cold. In the spring these would drop off and crawl into the grass to mature as snakes.The first of the new offspring were growing into what are presumable teenagers. We noticed the males would often pick up these females and stick their tongue inside their vaginas and then put them back on the ground. I think they were checking to see if. That's a lie. I was doing the best I could within the parameters I'd set. It took me almost six years to accept government subsidies because I didn't want handouts. There were months when I couldn't pay the rent. We've been evicted twice – three times if you count my mother. I have unpaid bills that probably are close to $20,000. I owe doctors and dentists and the electric company and the phone company. I'm so far in debt I could start my own government."Andy has never lived in a place with.