He cautiously looked out the door and was somewhatrelieved to see Mrs Leeson. She was tidying up the mess Becky had left,ironing the discarded clothes...and putting them on hangers. She toldSimon to put on a dressing gown and come out to have something to eat.There was only one of Becky's gowns available.Mrs Leeson was amazing that day and quite surprising. She told him thather son had started dressing when he was ten, her husband had left andshe'd started what turned into a small chain of beauty. I laughed at you as you turned around and fell playfully backwards against the door. My smile faded quickly though, once I caught another horrible glimpse of the mess, that at one time, had been our dining room and kitchen. The kitchen counters and dining room table were full with half eaten food dishes, desserts, half empty glasses of wine, and empty beer bottles. Crumpled up napkins cluttered the floor around the table and red plastic Christmas plates overflowed the garbage can sitting next. Through the years, I had taken every necessary precaution to ensure I didn't get caught. If my wife was home, I'd make sure that she was sleeping, as well as my step-daughter and my son were asleep. I did not want to have to answer questions as to what I was doing and/or why. The ironic thing is, I actually thought through the years, my wife would manage to walk downstairs and catch me. Being the prude that she is, I'm certain it would lead to some pretty ugly discussions.I was more wrong than. I partook of the pleasures of a good Cuban cigar more than once, toked on a blunt or two, maybe more than just two; but kept away from anything else (not so much for fear of legal consequences, but rather out of my own conscience, and fear of being stupid). I got to eat simple hors d'oeuvres like crackers and cheese, barbeques, buffets, off of a' la carte menus, and nouveau cuisine dishes (although I still don't see what anyone wants with a tastefully- (is that a pun, although I believe it may.