It was a female voice. "Mike!What in the hell are you doing?" I yelled. "It's all good baby.Just wait and you will see." he said. Then there was silen...e again. I just decided to go with the flow. Then I heard a womans sensual moan. I know I am not crazy. This was getting interesting.The moans continued and they grew with each minute. I heard the lapping of something wet. It was almost like the sound of a dog drinking water. Then I heard this female tell Mike,"Oh fuck!You eat pussy so fucking. It IS illegal to accept money to pass that person along. To sell them. You are bad. She, the mother, is a felon waiting to happen. OK, here’s what you do...” And he went on to tell me my future.The story of Charles, Charlie, Collier, just kept getting weirder. One thing I could say though, there was never a dull moment.“Brenda, you OK?” We had just gotten out of the taxi, walked down the dock and climbed over the gunwale of my boat.“Yes, sir. I think so. I guess so. Why would you do this? I. She lit up the little table- top Yuletide tree. With the snow softly falling down, everything seemed to sparkle. It all looked so magical and felt it too.Keith fed the cats and then ran a hot tub for her. He filled the tub with hot water and poured jasmine foaming oil in. It smelled wonderful and made lots of bubbles. He then lit some cinnamon and vanilla scented candles around the tub and on the sink and floor. He put some of their favorite music on the CD player. He chose 'Wicked Game' by. Her friend, who was parked close by the stairs, quickly got into her car and drove off without saying goodbye. The woman holding my hand asked if I could walk her to her car. Of course being the chivalrous person that I am, I agreed. She was parked on the backside of the parking lot away from the stairs.When we got to her car, she fumbled around in her purse looking for her keys. I was standing slightly behind and to her side. She found her keys and triumphantly turned around to show me when.