You, bein' from LA and all, please don't say the wordfat. Bobbi becomes right upset and gets all emotional. At least thedrinkin' has stopped"Now where...was I? So here we are, two years after it all started..."I sat there with my recorder running. My interviewee tended to rambleand I prayed I had enough memory to get it all. I sipped my beer andwiped the beads of sweat from my cheek.This story had consumed at least a week. Just getting to this part ofthe Ozarks from LA takes a while, as my. Some of the other things she called me were in Mexican or Indian and I didn't recognize their meaning. I knew from the tone that she was using that none of it was meant to be complimentary. After ten minutes she left off with her invective and started pleading for me to at least throw out her shirt and boots before Danny got back up to get her. I paid her words no heed though, and went to lay on my bed, waiting until I heard her brother chasing her around and shouting out his dire threats. I. "My brain, paralyzed by her smell, her full breast, and her touch, has no idea what she is talking about. It is trying to connect to anything. Is she talking about the pictures? Where is everyone?She places her hand on my shoulder and slowly rotates my chair so I face her. She leans into me and kisses me. Her lips are so soft on mine. I fall into her like Alice down the rabbit hole.Her tongue enters my mouth and I taste her for the first time. So fresh and sweet, her tongue draws mine in to. She took a deep breath."You," came the reply as she stepped towards him and closed the door behind as she walked into the room.She closed the door behind her and stood face to face with Mr 106 facing her a couple of feet away. They looked at each other, not moving, as if the pair of them were encapsulated in a giant block of ice.He looked at her as a hundred different reasons spun through his brain whilst it tried to reason exactly why she was standing there. Like a PC searching for a file is.