I became an ardent fan of aunt Shari's cooking. Shit-meatloaf could not have tasted better. We finished the large jug of cocktail. We watched some ina...e movie and were ready for bed.Aunt Shari, Libby, Buster and grandpa went together. Uncle Tom, Harry and I slept together. We hardly slept. Uncle Tom had been dreaming of fucking me for some time and he refused to let me sleep even when I was half unconscious. I must have passed out three times but uncle Tom and his pet Harry kept on fucking me. I couldn’t find a purse and it didn’t feel right to search the body. I wondered if I would ever know who loved me. The second bag from Stinky’s car held some women’s clothes and toiletries. At the bottom of the bag, I found a thick roll of twenty dollar bills. I transferred the few things of Stinky’s into the diaper bag, plus the money. Just shy of three thousand dollars. Stinky’s inheritance, more than enough to get us to Portland. I looked at the time on my phone and thought I should wait. This time she was making me of her teasing strangers but it started to get cloudy and rain and she was the only woman on the beach filled with random men who did notice that she was alone. Once it started to rain she decided not to leave the beach but instead seek shelter under the life guard booth. As big as the beach is it seemed like every single guy that didnt leave also made their way toward where Heather was hiding from the rain. Sure they could have just used any other life guard booth. Finally she looked up, and instantly must have recognized the nature of his stare, given how she smiled and seemed to laugh to herself. Then she gave him the warmest smile, tinged with humor, sharing with him the joke of his obvious attraction. ‘Can I help you?’ He’d been scheduled to spend just two days at her site, but he quickly found a reason to stop in daily, usually at the end of the day, when he’d walk her to her car. And one night she mentioned that she felt cold, and he gave her a warm.