"Hi Angel, I think Missy is ready to have her little one. Do you think you will be able to help me deliver the foal? If not I will need you to call Jo...h the vet for me. I just need someone to help me pull the foal legs. She does most of the work. We are just here to make sure nothing goes wrong. Do you think your can help?" Wayne asked me as he pet Missy's side. He looked at Christa like he wanted to share this moment with her, and she had to say yes."I will try to help. I don't really know. I was a mess. I had a half-brother, (same mother), but he was five years older than me, so at the time of this story he was away at college. My mother was a very successful real estate broker and my father was an attorney. Pampered little rich girl you might say and you would be right. As this story is about my dad and what we did, maybe I should tell you about him. He met my mother when he was in college. She was 32 and he was 22, and had a four year old son but they seemed to hit it off. As he opened the door the powerful scent of flavored tobacco enveloped him like open arms. There was some Indian music playing and a belly dancer weaving her spell on the stage. Men were eagerly stuffing bills into her skirt as she rotated her hips."Drew, darling," a voice purred from his side. "I didn't know you were coming this evening. Lucky for you I have your favorite room available." You're an angel Tara," he said. Tara was the owner of the hookah bar. She was a tiny woman, five foot at. It was sort of cute, I remember thinking, as ifmy sweetie was a real girl. My tummy gave such a delicious littlelurch when I saw that, you know the feeling? It was nice. Maybethat's why I accepted all the rest of it so easily.How did it happen? That came clear pretty quickly. I asked himvery quietly how come he was dressed like that and he said, "I hadto, honey, she told me I'd love it, that I'd feel pampered if Iwore these things and I'd never want to wear anything else. So Iwent to find.