Priscilla fell fast asleep on her lumpy bed made of fallen tree leaves and moss. It was after one o’clock in the morning when Priscilla woke up hea...ing muffled voices a short distance away. She laid there for a moment as her mind sifted through the fog that clouded her thoughts. When she heard a muffled laugh again, she sat up, listening more intently, waiting to hear them once again, trying to pinpoint its exact location. There was a cracking sound as if someone had just stepped on a twig. ‘Adrian, we are still so excited about the show! Who would have thought we could do that?!’ I grabbed Amelia tight and said, ‘This is FION, Auntie. We have high standards!’ She sighed, ‘My god, Anne, how do you stand him? I’m having a swoon.’ Actually, she was having a very hot kiss with me, and my hands were wandering where they shouldn’t. ‘What do I call you? Auntie doesn’t seem right, if you are going to warm my bed.’ Helen pounced. ‘You stop that this minute. She is all wound up. Remember,. Nooffense, hon." Right," I muttered as I stared out the window. "That whole degreething."Later that evening I was sitting against the headboard of my bed whilereading the playbook for "The Crucible" when I heard my aunt downstairstalking to Principal Chalmers."Wayne, you have to understand that I would never intentionally leaveyou in a bad way. What's that? C'mon, now! Are you kidding me?! How longhave we known each other?"There was a pause in conversation, and I set the playbook aside as Iwent. His very own blonde angel, she was so damn beautiful. How could a woman who looked like this be homeless? Surely, some man would have scooped her up and taken her home, helped her, supported her, and loved her. She was sleeping with her arms over her head, her eyes closed, and her head turned to the side. Her shoulders and the top of her chest were exposed and her long leg and big foot was poking out of the sheet. Dave could see all the way up her thigh and if the sheet was pulled to the side.