.went...wrong?" I managed to ask. Myvoice felt weak, scratchy."Nothing went wrong, Dope. It just is jarring the first time. Look we haveall done it, d...n't worry. You'll be fine in 5 minutes," a voice said. Ithink it was Jules.I felt something on my lip. "Drink," said Adam, "your throat is just dry."I swallowed the tiny sip of water and blinked my sleepy eyes. "What a tripman!" I said in my best stoner voice. Instead I sounded light airy andsoft. "What the...?" I got my eyes wide open, I could. ?This won’t take long.? He ushered a glum, dispirited Sherry into his office and shut the door. He sat behind his imposing desk, folded his hands together in front of him and looked at her sternly as she sat in the chair facing his desk. By design, the chair was a bit lower than average so that she was forced to look up at him. He spoke sternly, reprovingly ?Sherry, I suppose you know that your work has been sub-standard since you came to this company.? He didn’t add that. "Bethany!" she hollered. "Would you bring your father's clothes down here to wash them?"I yelled downstairs. "Why me?" Because I'm cooking." Then there was a pause. "You don't have to put them in the washer, just bring them down!" That's the hardest part," I called back."You keep telling me you're a big girl. I think you can handle it," Mom replied. So I began to gather up the clothes in Dad and Mom'sroom. Then I saw some things that surprised me. Since when did Dad wear navy blue silken. .. being told I can have only a virgin drink at a bar when what I really want is tequila. Alcohol and Daddy... I suppose I’m all messed up from my childhood with an alcoholic, another Pete, long ago. I must admit I love the taste of beer and marijuana in Daddy’s mouth. But regardless of what I wanted or what fantasy I had or what taste I enjoy, it made Daddy Pete not want to see me for a while. But tonight I have a second chance. Tonight Daddy tells me to dress and feel like a little girl, and.