Standing there was a trucker, about my dad's age. He looked at Tom and then at me. He smiled with a very wide grin as he entered the washroom. I had n... doubt he knew exactly what had just happened.I went to the cashier, paid for the gas that was pumped and Tom and I headed out. We didn't say too much for the next hour. As I saw the exit for MacLean, I informed him that I was where I was going. He asked me to stop at the intersection ahead. As he opened the door he thanked me for the ride and. "Yes the great humanitarian fiction. Now we want to know what really happened. We don't care why you did it. We want to know just exactly how you did it." Alright," I said. Then I told them exactly what is written here. I added nothing and left out nothing, so far as I knew. Okay I didn't think they needed to know about Mary Ellen's nude sunbathing or her 'Spending Time' with me. Otherwise it was all there.They picked it to pieces after I finished. In the end the consensus seemed to be, that it. By the time I had caught up, his door was open and she was chatting with him and was about to take up his invitation to go inside, and again I followed.For an older man he seemed easily enough to chat with, more about us and what we were doing, he just seemed to want to know what we got up to. Later when Jilly had gone to the bathroom he asked me if I was alright with what I saw him doing, I just answered yes, and no, I never told anyone, for which he thanked me.I had time enough to ask him why. D??tre...autre chose quece que vous avez fait de moi.- Oh...ma pauvre Anna. Maxime. Je...il faut que tu essayes de tesouvenir. Il y a des choses que...- Quoi? Quelles choses? Ca fait des semaines que je me dis qu?il y a?quelque chose?. Mais je n?arrive pas ? me dire quoi!! Tu sais quelquechose?- Oui je...Soudain, tout devint sourd. La lumi?re dehors devint grise, et il vitles l?vres de M?lissa parler, sans rien en entendre. Il voulut se leverpour se rapprocher d?elle, mais son corps ne lui.