Just after ten. I walked in the house expecting at least to say hi and there she was, drunk and passed out again on the couch. I was pissed at myself,...pissed at my Mom and especially pissed at how the only thrill I had in life seemed to be jacking off to what ever perversions I could find on my lap top. My depression was causing me to no longer give a damned about any thing.I slumped down into the easy chair across from the slow breathing form on the sofa. I closed my eyes for a moment and. She dug in the drawer once more, then the laundry basket. Shit! Shit! Shit! Where the hells were they? She had to have like a hundred pairs. She’d have worn crochless if she could’ve found them. ‘We’re runnin’ out of time, Jen.’ ‘Shit, okay.’ She ran to the closet. Carl stepped to the door. ‘Wear this one.’ He held out a little black number she’d gotten for a New Year’s party.’ ‘I can’t wear that. That’s—’ ‘Sexy and modest. Say’s I’m grown up. My own woman. No longer Dady’s little girl.’ ‘It’s. As a matter of fact, when she did think about it, she thought she was fat and that was the end of it for Susie. So, she brooded over the fact, if she thought of it at all, which normally she simply did not do! It was a Tuesday night, with autumn getting one last chance to imitate summer. Some called it ‘indian summer’, in some cultures it was called, strangely ‘babske leto’ or ‘grandma’s summer’ but it was in reality, for Susie Warren, the summer of her Susie Party, the summer of her letting. Isabella and Franco were visiting from Spain,both had worked hard all year and decided to take an Autumnal break and rented a holiday home near this big,austere looking Monastery.On their way to their rental home ,they had seen the Monastery and watched some people go in,all looked worried.Isabella,an architecture student, had wondered could they visit the Monastery to take photos and admire the Gothic architecture? ,but first it was time to have fun and unwind.They hadn't even unpacked,once.