He never again used the word Don nor the word he when referring to my husband. After that it was her or donna. He already considered it an accomplis...ed fact. He was decisive and confident and I admired him for that. He told me to talk with him tomorrow at 10:00am and that he was going to check on getting a week or two off and a flight to Denver as soon as he could arrange it. I eagerly agreed and told him that I could hardly wait to meet him in person. Things were happening fast. . We decided to do it one of my friends’ farmhouses. It was a good thing that his birthday was on a Friday. We called up some 15-20 people for the event directly and the party was all set to begin at 9 pm. Since it was a surprise, we wished him happy birthday in the morning and told him that we plan to drive to hometown in the evening after office. So both of us took one bags each and left: me to my office and her to her college. We told him that we would be going straight from office. The task. It was 1969 and I was going to be a sophomore at Santana High School. I liked Santee but a lot of people thought it was a joke. When you passed by it on the freeway, the big attraction was the wannabe cowboy bar on the side of the road, just before the second exit, almost straight across from the drive-in movie. That was Santee. Two exits, one stop light and three or four stop signs. The big news was the 7-11 they were building down the hill from us. We were in one of two housing tracts, little. I know you are looking at me as I'm bent over the dresser drawer, still toweling off from the shower I just took and rummaging through my vast array of toys. You know that your eyes should be on the ground like a good little slave but you like being a little brat, doing small things you know you aren’t supposed to and being punished for them. And I don’t really mind, I like my little brat who needs a punishment. I find the toy I want to use and I drop my towel to the floor as I put it on- an.