The bozo.She was dancing almost before she hit the floor, as the song's rhythm was inescapable. She pushed through the mounds of people to a less crow...ed area over in the corner by the unused stage, where she could dance without being danced on. The pulsing bass-line soon had her moving in sync, and slowly but surely a group of men assembled to watch and (at least attempt to) participate. She grinned to herself at this behavior, and kept moving her shapely limbs in ways meant to entice.The. The boys came after the second day and began to work with me to deal with the logs. The tough weather had come through and I did my best to protect the inside of the house. With them working together on one and me working on another, we doubled the work that could be done. Violet would visit for breakfast and lunch, while Ruben would eat dinner and help me during the evenings. He and I would talk about my father and mother, how they had behaved while growing up, what kinds of trouble they would. I glanced over my shoulder as I pulled the blinds down. The coffee was sitting on the counter and the barista was standing back a little admiring the view of my round ass.I walked over to the third window, keeping perfect eye contact with him as I walked. The silence of the room hung like sexual tension. You could have cut it with a knife. I reached up for the third set of blinds. As I did, I heard gentle foot steps behind me.“Here” he whispered “Allow me”He stepped in behind me, reaching up. Won't your mom need you sober then and able to help her and your father? What do you think they will feel if you show up drunk senseless on top of a bad prognosis? What will they feel if your father has to pick you up from the arrest cell? Don't you think they have enough on their plate already? I thought you stayed here to help your mom."Kylie looked at him, undecided."And what if the results are good? What if they are already celebrating? You want to miss that? You want to spoil that.