Usually getting in or out of someone’s vehicle. I lived with my Grandma and everyone pretended like it didn’t exist. At the time, I knew my Mom wa... a crackhead but I didn’t really understand what she was doing on the corners all night to the early morning. I think I knew, but I was just naïve I guess… So one morning I saw my Mom getting into an old Sanford and son truck. They drove to next street and parked. I could see my school bus coming down the street, but I hid. Once the school bus. Well we all know about Susan, but my other friend Sasha was a recent Russian émigré who was looking for an American husband. She would have no problem with that this summer. She was a six foot tall, blond Scandinavian beauty with a great body and an outgoing friendly personality. The other was Sandy my current bi-sexual lover who had short dark hair and a pair of boobs that would make any man salivates. I loved her dearly and we spent many a night making love to her in my husband’s cabin. “When I get home we need to talk about this step-father thing. I love you guys.” And with that Dara was out the door and off to work.“Should we hit the shower? I do detect a slight whiff of atomic sex bomb on us.”The women laughed and we all made our way to the shower. Washing and playing, washing and playing was the cycle of the morning, until we finally realized that we had a lot of things to do today.We sat at the kitchen table and talked over two cups of coffee and one of tea. I have spent. ..*As she undid her swordbelt and placed the weapon on the tablebeside the door, he noticed a bandage on Lila-in-Armand's rightarm. She rubbed it as she said "Those swords they use in weaponspractice may be blunted but they still hurt like buggery when youget hit." Practice? The dream, of Warriors, of a blow to hisarm... his heart triphammered with the revelation as the blooddrained from his face. It had been no dream! *He* had been therein truth, he had stood with a sword in his hand, had....