At lunchtime, I walked threeblocks to a library and used their restroom. My moans as I came in thestall may have frightened off a new generation of re...ders. I cleaned up andleft in a hurry, my face turned from the librarian. [Two hours and 17minutes until I can call Todd.]Squirming in my chair, wild images and conjecture raging through my brain[what's this fucking call about anyway?], I sweated through the finalminute. Todd's card had been in the center of my desk since lunchtime. Atthirty. It was a good thing; the trip Ben had made to the Harrisburg police chief had not been productive and neither had a search of the immigration files for the area. Many of the files were incomplete, either by laziness or design.The last few minutes before lunch was brought were spent discussing the two I had in Fort Smith. The groups wanted two more nights of questions. That suited my plans about right; I wanted them gone as soon as possible in ashes. Wednesday was my target date for them to meet. We all looked the same and we all felt the same. I always liked my freedom and hated this dress code.My mother, as caring as she was, was strict and made sure I was properly covered. She wanted to make sure her daughter was safe. During those days, she dressed me up and made sure that I was wearing tights over my panties. I, on the other hand, hated the idea. My freedom was being taken away from me. As I continued with my journey and discovered more about my sexuality, I also made sure that I. "Oh Walter, I had planned to put these nice ribs into the oven." She paused a beat and told him, "I guess we can have them tomorrow for supper. Just make certain we get back by five."Pa nodded and the ribs were covered with a wet towel and placed on the table on the back porch where the temperature would keep everything cold. She went into their bedroom to change. Ma would no more think of going to town in a faded and worn dress such as she wore for work around the house than she would try to.