.. don't know what to do about it?" I could get my Reggie Jackson baseball bat and beat him up for you. Maybe just a kneecap, something to give him pa...se," I said.That caused her to giggle a bit, and I saw her radiant smile for the first time in a while."Mom, why don't you confront him about it?" I reasoned."He may just decide to leave me, and I'm not ready to be alone raising three teenagers by myself," she said."Is that the only thing keeping you from throwing him out?" I asked."You kids need. As she tried to rise, the second boy forced her backdown and took his turn. She tried to protest, but received a slap forher trouble. She finished him, and hoped it was over. The third boytook her next. By this time she was ready to throw up, in fact, whenthey finally allowed her to run up the stairs and leave the house, shedid exactly that. She knew that she wouldn't be able to hide herinjuries and dishevelment from her mother, and she was right. Shepoured out the whole sordid tale,. ’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ Carla didn’t know why she said that. Maybe it was because of her need to obey. Six o’clock was an awkward time to meet. Her office closed at 5:00 p.m. Her husband was out of town on business, so Carla didn’t have to phone home to tell him she would be late. But wasn’t enough time to drive home and change her clothing, or at least to put on fresh underwear. Carla couldn’t make up her mind if she should put on the pantyhose she kept in her desk for emergencies, but in the end,. Five minutes later, he was headed to the garage.Greeting Ed when he entered the garage, Walt waited by the van to drive Leroy to the airport. Ed said, “That’s okay Walt. I’ll drive him.”Shaking his head, Walt said, “No, I’ll drive. You need me to come along to deal with the luggage.”Surprised, Ed asked, “Are you sure?”“Yes. If you talk nice to me, I’ll even take you with me,” quipped Walt with a grin.Ed was about to argue and then realized that Walt was kidding. Looking at him out of the corner.