My oldest, Fred, is 19 years old, the same age I was when I brought him into this world. His father, Frank Applewater, was not excited at the prospect...of fatherhood. He took off to live his life in California, free from the responsibility to his impending son, when I was seven months pregnant with his offspring. Fred is 5-10, the athletic sort, and shares my darkish complexion and hair but has his father's blue eyes and charming smile. My second child, Elizabeth, is 18 years old, the daughter. We could spend the whole day," he tells her as she runs a brush through her hair."Let's plan on that," she says, smiling at him in the mirror. "And of course, we're going to spend a week together at the beach," she adds, mischievously."With our spouses," he reminds her. She just shrugs and kisses him on the lips.Before they leave, Rhonda suggests they draw cards for next week so they know what to look forward to. He agrees and draws a Doggy Style card from the box. The picture is just what you. That evening there were 27 helpers twenty ladies and seven gentlemen.Obviously we ladies were very correctly attired. My dress was a daffodil yellow colour with pretty little blue bows around the hem. stockings, suspenders, and high heels were the order of the time. No ladies ever wore jeans or trousers when out socially.Martha told me not to be too friendly with the visitors. I was not sure what she meant. I circulated like everyone else and although some of the men were clearly not quite. We should be thanking him for bringing this situation to our attention," Donna said."Mrs. Horton, if it's not too much trouble, I would like to know what you plan to do," Billy asked."First off, please call me Donna, because right now the last person I want to be known as is Mrs. Horton, and to answer your question I am going to kick that son of a bitch to the curb the second he walks through that door," Donna replied."Ma'am, I strongly suggest you not do that," Billy requested."You don't.