My work went well enough, but as the years passed, my wife and I found that we'd become two totally different people - not really a couple at all. Inc...easingly we found ourselves to be at loggerheads and I began to find excuses for not coming home. I engineered extended sales trips that kept me away for up to six weeks at a time. Then I'd come home - spend the weekend sorting out all my paperwork, laundry and post - having a good row or two and then I'd be off again. My office room soon became. " She's been doctorin' in her spare time fer a few years now, and I reckon she can doctor up there with the best of 'em these days. She even throws in a full service, and gives folks a free tea-leaf readin' after their doctorin' session is done. So, that's all about Granma McCutcheon, straight up. Anyway, this here story starts a ways back one time when I was stayin' over at Uncle Abe's place, so's I could help with the shingles on the roof. We was up on that roof all mornin', and it was. Finally Sasha got up, went to the bathroom, let the water get warm then wet a cloth, she went to clean her Papa, he let her then reached for the cloth, he wanted to clean her; she shook her head no, took the rag back to the bathroom, rinsed it and started toward her bedroom.“Sasha, would you like to sleep with me?” With a face stretching smile she turned and, like the thirteen year old that she was she ran toward his bed and leapt on; c***d woman, “I love you Papa.”What a wonderful night, she. They jokingly asked her how she was feeling, and if she was ready to move to a more comfortable location. She was too confused to even reply, still using all of her energy to stay standing. One of the men looked her over, and said, “After seeing her ass as she walked up the stairs, what say we get a look at the rest of her?” His partner nodded in agreement, “yeah, I can dig that, let’s have a look at this girl, but don’t let it get out of hand.” The first thug grabbed Tifa by the arm and pulled.