We went inside and I gave Mrs. Watson a hug. I was assuming Brianna would be present soon. That was when I heard someone walking up the stairs from th... basement - - - it was Mr. Watson. Something strange happened to me though when he walked into the room. He was like my dad's age, or maybe a little older, but he worked out all the time and always kept himself in good shape. He walked into the family room, shook my dad's hands, as I almost hugged him. I had never even had the urge to touch him. ?” Asks Charley.Maggie nods, “Yeah ... I like to watch the show ... The episodes with the young, fit sluts ... Not the ones with the broken old slappers like me. I just like watching the tight girls being brought down to Earth and shown they aren’t special! Happens to all of us eventually – we get the joy of being special smashed out of us ... It’s better to see it happen to them when they’re young.”“Did it get knocked out of you when you were young?”Maggie nods again, “Not young enough, no .... "I stopped my struggling and tried my best to concentrate despite thehormones and the shock and fear running through me. I KNOW that I knowmy real name and it is NOT Michelle, I just need to make my mouth work.I took a deep breath and thought about it. "MMMMMM" I stopped notliking that start and wondered if I could catch this curse off guard andyell it out quickly before it could change my intentions.. "MICHELLE!MICHELLE! MY NAME IS MICHELLE!! NOOOOOOOO I AM MICHELLE!!"I began tugging on. I said, "What do you want in it?" Half n' half and a sugar. And excuse me, let me go to Martha's bathroom."She went into the bathroom. When she returned a couple of minutes later, I had her coffee waiting on the dining room table.She stood by the table and lifted the coffee, tasting it and brushing hair from her face. She closed her eyes. "Oh, god. Why doesn't mine taste like this?" I don't know. What do you use to measure the coffee and water?"She took another sip and swallowed. "Measure?".