Billy was released from the post and his hands were retied behind his back. Then another rope was tied around his neck and he was led to the sacrifici...l meadow where he would be raised up to the heavens. This time, though, he was not pulled brutally along. His leash had been given to his old English teacher, Mr. Carmichael, another Church Elder. Mr. Carmichael led him along at an almost leisurely pace. The cool grass felt so good under Billy's hot bare feet and the green shade of the meadow. We showed her our licenses as she explained her father was sick so she was covering for the weekend and that she took no chances as poacher,s had no qualms about shooting even young females so she carried a .38 revolver her daddy taught her how to shoot for personal protection. “Would you like some coffee?” I asked her as I reached for my thermos flask. “Yes Please?” She sat down on an old tree stump near us and was soon sipping the hot brew along with us as we made small talk mostly about. She wore a print floral blouseand a brown skirt that came just short of her knees with hose and browntwo-inch heels. In her late forties with short, slightly grayish hair,Susan reminded me of a natural hippie-like motherly types."I can perhaps modify what you are doing, but there's not really any wayI can stop you from thinking about it. How many times have you toldyourself you were going to stop?" Plenty," I said."How many times have you tried to stop?" Lots of times." But you've started up. ' I explained. This wasn't the truth - sure I had some homework, but it was not on music, and besides it could wait a little later. My Grandpa indicated to my Dad that it really wasn't a problem, and followed up the stairs after me, which also indicated to me that he was coming willingly, whether I was telling the truth or otherwise about my homework. When we got to my room, I closed the door and put some music on, volume set quietly enough for me to hear anyone approaching, but also so it.