I wasn’t naïve as such, but I guess I was a little scared.However, I had to enter, I had to find out what I would have to do. I actually wanted to ...ind out and as I thought of Laura, it dawned on me that I actually needed to find out.I raised my hand to knock, when I heard Jerry shout out the words “Oh Fuck!” I didn’t know what I was thinking of by wanting to knock. This wasn’t the sort of house where someone knocked when they heard sounds like that. It was the sort of house where someone. When I got out of bed, I realized I wasn’t wearing a thong like I always am. I was wearing a pair of granny panties. I haven’t worn underwear like that since my mother bought my clothes. I noticed all the furnishings in the room looked new, but old fashioned. I went and got a paper and its Thursday November 21, 1963 here, and I’m in Dallas Texas!”“Really? That means JFK will be assassinated tomorrow!”“Yes, and I can go see “Cry of Battle” and “War is Hell” at the Texas Theatre in the Oak Cliff. Even in that short time, she had placed a plate on the table with a fork and knife. I removed my shirt and then she went through a door which I saw was a small passageway, and then she closed it.I didn't want to wait so I started on my meal, just as well I did for it was almost twenty minutes before she retuned into the room, dressed in a housecoat. She even had her nightdress on, for I saw the hem below the housecoat."The hot shower, warmed me up, I usually have a shower about this time anyway. .No! she thought firmly, plumping the pillows, and shifting her body again to the sound of a soft exclamation from Max. Control, I must be in control."Please...Mel...let me..." Let me help you? Is that what you were going to ask? How sweet! Sure, come on down here and help."Max made no movement or sound, and Mel glanced over at him. He had moved to the edge of the bed and was sitting, uncertain what to do."Oh I see," Mel said, straightening up to her full height, "you weren't really asking to.