Warning, this has reference to child abuse and beating. Dorothy walked down the alleys. The snow had begun melting and the water was forming small riv...rs that danced towards the sewers. She pulled her coat closer, she was getting colder. But she was afraid to return to home, afraid to face her mother. —————————————————————————————————————- Ever since the rather unexpected death of her husband, Dorothys mother had started drinking hard time. And if that wouldnt have been enough, she always. "Cherie remained silent, her mask beginning to crack. She didn't want anyone to know, but she need help."So who have you been fucking?" Diane asked, and Cherie winced at the sound of the forbidden word. "Not Vic, he was with Allison last night, I know that. Ron? I know he likes you, but someone saw him with Sue late last night. So who?" She waited for a reply. Sam Wilson? No, he was drunk and almost asleep. Pete Brown? Cecil Parker, the Englishman?"No!" Diane exclaimed, shaking her head in. And she loved how he talked about his kids. But the heat – the heat was driving her insane. Even her own ‘summer time’ wasn’t as satisfying – she wanted HIM. It was almost the end of the three months. She was nervous. They were going to this little Mexian place for dinner – only the locals knew of it. It was small and quaint with a Mariachi band playing on the patio. The sun was setting and they were both having margaritas. The heat of the sun added to the heat at their table. She wore an off. They have a taco stand that's pretty awesome. It also has vegan stuff so I figured we both could find something." I'm not a vegan!" Liz insisted. "I'm not a vegetarian. I'm not a ... a ... anything. The idea of Mexican food is great. I love spicy food. One of the first decisions I made for myself concerned food. My parents were into the health food crap. They wanted organic this and organic that ... completely ignoring the fact they used pesticides on their main staple."Blank confusion must.