She reached across the table and touched my hand. "Oh my! You poor,poor girl. I'm so sorry. I suppose the problem is that you aren'treally a girl - at...least not completely. You had no idea? Did you?I'm sorry to be the one to break the bad news to you Lee Anne. But nogirl who ever lets a group of guys gang bang her like they did youever gets off with a clean reputation. So, have you not been able totell any difference in the way they are treating you since you'vebeen back?" I... I... I just got. We sat around talking, laughing, eating, drinking and taking pictures. As we waited for our burgers to be cooked we downed a few drinks. They were warm and smooth as they slithered down our throats. Once we ate we decided to go for a walk. With drinks in hand, we were off on our adventure around the campsite. It was a beautiful evening; a slight breeze blew through our hair as we walked. Not sure if it was the heat of the night or the effects of the alcohol, but as we walked we were giggling. .. standard in 1939! who'da thunk!)... and placed my hand on the knob of that tall, four-speed, floor shift that towered up into my palm on that sunny morning... ... my life changed.LUCILLE... and the White SistersOh, yes! My life had changed! I now had 'direction'... albiet that the direction was only towards whatever quarter of the compass to which I'd pointed Lucille's grill!Her rusty - trusty flathead, straight-6 cylinder block carved paths through my twenty-year-old reality that I could. I think you’d better give me your keys now too son.”Randy took the beer and glared at Dottie. He turned his head, tipped it back and took a deep chug from the still cold beer. His face once again turned toward the wall and it’s pictures while his hands tightened on the beer bottle. His jaws were clenched in anger as his vision bored into the picture. Don turned his head to discern what Randy was glaring at. He seemed to be looking at a picture of Don and him with Stewart Pauls, Mona Greuber,.