Oh and a little thing called public court records helped a little "giggles". I am happy you did write me back, but as I said, I didn't not expect to h...ar back from you, but am very happy you replied. I was surprised you remembered the email we used to use. I haven't used it in a long time and never check it, but out of the blue decided to check and it was a good thing. I do remember that phrase all to well, it plays in my head over and over again. Sometimes I wish I would have just said wait, I. “Sit on it” Gideon encouraged her, seeing the interest on her face, Lexi walked up the steps, turned and sat down, she didn’t sink way into the down mattress as she had expected to, there was enough support under the mattress that the thick down felt fluffy and comfortable without engulfing her as she lay back. Lexi moved further back on the bed and smiled, it felt like a colorful cocoon, Gideon joined her on the bed “yes, I’m quite pleased, this is the bed for you, warm, welcoming, covered. I had to catch my breath, my will, my voice and managed to get out one non-screaming, croaking sound. I knew I’d have to try again.But I didn’t. The second I had used to focus on something besides the pain and the grip of the ropes had done something to me. I didn’t want to use this way to get out. Tom’s voice came back into my mind, his calm instructions, telling me to breathe, to feel, to accept. I breathed. Tom must have sensed it, because I felt him waiting, watching. I knew what he must. Oh! He also reminded me of what I had just watched and that my boyfriend wanted to pimp me out as his whore to his friends for a week.Then my father told me that he was also out for the summer and that we were going on a dig together. You see my father is an Archeologist and teaches Archeology at the University. Normally I get shipped off to my Aunt Marilyn for the summer but this year dad wants to keep a closer eye on me.The very next day we were packed and off to Wyoming. There was a new dig.