She'd question him later when he told her about the visit, and he wanted to be precise. Ah, he finally realized, she's at a drive-in theater. It had t...ken him a few moments to define her location because he'd never been to a drive-in movie. He made a mental note of the movie playing, the make and model of the car - an educated guess, at best - and other things that might help pinpoint the time of his visit.His mother and her date were in the back seat of the car, and she was riding the young. Her bottom half had a pair of spandex jogging shorts. Her very pretty features gleaming in beads of sweat. She turned around her blonde hair in a ponytail swinging. The Russian born woman, who was now American, felt fear for the first time since she was 2 and moved to America. Something watched her. It's dark thoughts swirling in a sea of beatial thoughts. She still felt a bit secure knowing she had a knife from her older sister who got it for her on her trip to Translvania. She turned around. .." only to be interrupted by her spouse."She entertains railroad workers, and especially on paydays?" he said.I nodded knowingly about their drift, but I acted disappointed. Fact is, it made total sense to me that she was sexually active. How else was she going to have a baby?As I finally parted company, they hoped I would be able to steer Melody to the light, as they put it.It was still quite a few miles out to Promontory, and I was able to gain my way onto the Union Pacific's private meeting. The blanket around her made her feel safe and warm and secure. She named it 'Jimmy'.These encounters with Jimmy became a regular thing. Every night, she would leave the cares and worries of the day for the security of her room. Every night she would lock the door, put on her favorite Jimmy Reed album and lie naked on the bed allowing the primal rhythms and sexual lyrics to put her in a near frenzy. Every night she would wrap the blanket around her and let it lightly brush over her young firm.