Helga was terrified of electrical storms and often ran to her parents to be comforted and would spend the rest of the night sleeping between their nak...d bodies unashamedly. That summer served up a very strong electrical storm and Helga raced to her parents bed room, but of course only her father slept there. At first reluctant to enter once her eyes had grown accustomed to the dim light she could see as usual her father slept in the nude so she drew nearer his bed and in a bright lightning. If intelligence says there's still a threat, I'll just stay right here. I'll make the hospital measure me for another leg or something. Bobby can go to work and I'll go to the library."Our driver said, "You're too comfortable. It isn't cool to tease death."John about cracked up, "Son, this Marine has seen so much death and been confronted so many times with the decision to save his men and die, or save himself, he doesn't even think about it. Be in real combat for a week or two at a time, then. He died when she was fourteen. She had no family other than him and at that time she could have easily ended up on the streets. The ladies took her in and taught her the trade. She was dancing for men on stage before she could have legally drove a car. Damn them! My frat brothers. How dare they talk about her like she was some modern porn star whore? They didn’t know what she had been through, what she had done just to survive! The pain she had endured in her life. As I sat there storming I. Where I come from is Disasterville...Phoebe wrote these words into her online journal, at the start of a newentry.She was a runaway. She was a problem child. Except, at nineteen, shewasn't a child any more. Her last shrink had informed her that she had aproblem with intimacy. She nearly laughed in his face. Come to think ofit, maybe she had. You needed to Ph.D. to figure this out? You needed anM.D.? Her last boyfriend had told her that and he didn?t even have aG.E.D.She had a problem with.