Cassie waited until there was a lull in the conversation and then launched into her cunning plan to work out what she was supposed to do in her job. ...I was talking to an elderly neighbour of mine yesterday, Mrs. McIvor, she's fairly new to the street and we got chatting when she asked about my job." Cassie used `my' instead of `our' in case Sue wasn't a social worker. "And?" Well, I found it very hard to put into layman's terms, especially for the older people. They hear social worker and. I was sneaking into the house late one night from a date I wasn't supposed to have on a week night. We had a door that entered our basement area through the laundry room that was only used in the day time. None of us ever got caught probably because our Mom and Dad didn't care if we were out.As I came through the laundry room I came face to face with Kevin. He gave me this creepy look and smiled saying "oh yeah now I have you and before I had time to react he had his hands on my arms pushing me. I leaned down and gave me a couple of kisses, then suddenly pulled back.“I’m sorry. I need to go to the bathroom first. I’ll back.” He said.“Are you OK, honey?” I asked curiously.“No problem, I’ll be right back.” He said.My husband went out of the room. But then after a few minutes I had him walking back.“Close your eyes, honey.” He said from outside the room.“What are you trying to do? Sneak attack on me.” I said before I closed my eyes.Then I heard him turning off the light, suddenly his. She dumped the groceries in the trunk of a late model Mercedes, but instead of climbing in and driving away, she made her way to the little sports bar three doors down from the supermarket.The place was empty except for the bartender. She ordered a glass of beer and took it to a table in the corner. I nursed my own brew at the bar as I watched her reflection in the mirror behind the rows of liquor bottles.When she got up, leaving a half-full glass of beer, I thought that was the last I would.