“N-No I don't think so,” she finally answered and then slumped her head down, not wanting to look at mom. “Good answer Aunt Lisa. Ok mom you got...a get up before someone comes over and sees you.” “I c-can't get up until you turn it off, its t-too high!” Rita sighed. “Ok I'll turn it down, but I'm not turning it off, so you can get up now.” Mom slowly used the near empty shelves beside her to pull herself to her feet, all the while you can still hear the faint buzzing of the vibrator still lodged. Not realizing I was still in my birthday suit, I pounced, "Hi! You boys are here because of the incident that occurred here between myself and your friend. Right?" Nice long sentence. It's what I had planned to say, but never got past the word "here" before the gargantuan right arm of the leader rose quickly and firmly grasped my neck. Pulling me within millimeters of his mouth, he growled, "Do I look like I need you telling me why I'm here?" He turned and pointed to the simpleton. "See. ’, I said. I clutched my laptop to my chest like a broken toy. My voice was tiny and cracked. My father turned and closed the door, blocking my exit. Then he stared right at me and said, ‘Oh, I think it is too late for that, don’t you?’ I remember the fear, descending on me and running through me like cold water. I remember assessing how easy it might be to push past the man, open the door and run. My legs went from under me and I collapsed to the floor and put my arms over my head and. We are leaving this afternoon sometime, and we should be there by five or six.” A pause. “Okay. Okay. Uh-huh. Yup. We will. Okay. I will. Bye. I love you too. Bye.” I hung up the phone. “Well, she’s excited.” Jo said from across the room. “Yeah. She can’t wait to meet you. Says she’s making ‘sgetti and meatballs for dinner. My mouth is watering already.” I took from my small closet the best clothes I had, and although they weren’t much, I wanted to be as conservative as possible. Over the.