"I walked alone on the small road in the suburbs. I brought the cake to my grandmother and tasted it. Her family lives in a far and secluded place. I ...ave to be careful if there are big wolves nearby. When the sun goes down, I have to go home and enter the sweet dream together with my mother." This song is familiar to everyone.However, hundreds of years ago, Little Red Riding Hood used to be an erotic story between adults, and the content is very different from what we know. For hundreds of. . after my lover. So, I left the bathroom, grabbed the shotgun in the closet and shot him in the back as he stumbled down the hallway." So it was self-defense," I said. "Or at least, you stopped him from hurting someone. So don't feel guilty." Was he going to hurt my lover?" my mom asked, desperately. "What if he was just storming off, disgusted with me. There was so much pain in his eyes when he saw us. I never wanted to hurt him. I was just lonely ... and my lover was there for me. And I just. Oh, yes. We would bump into each other on his holiday here in my town on the south coast, sweep me up into his arms and whisk me back to his smart Chelsea apartment where we'd mingle night after night with the Tele-stocracy, drinking and dancing.... My reverie was broken as I walked outside into the brightness and warmth of an early September afternoon's sun. A slight breeze billowed my summer dress, the coolness against my legs a reminder that autumn was fast approaching. I stopped and. “I drive truck, and amdelivering across at the mall in the morning,” Icontinued.The bar gal brought her drink and I drop a twenty on thebar to pay. “Thanks,” she said as she placed her hand onmy leg.We made small talk, what she did … where I lived …this and that. We had a couple more drinks and she said,“You want to come over to my house?”“Sounds good to me,” I replied.We finished our drinks and got up and headed for thedoor. We left.