" Lucy sat down while Beth walked in and out of the kitchen, talking about trivialities without really expecting a response. She seemed so efficient, ...o confident and so beautiful. Her life seemed so perfect while Lucy's was a mess. Beth seemed so in control. Lucy had always thought she was in control but it was all an illusion. And those legs, Beth's beautiful legs. How Lucy longed to touch them and caress them."Mistress," Lucy suddenly blurted out."Excuse me, Lucinda. What did you say?" Beth. David thought, "The truck driver was searching for something, or someone."David's imagination took control. He thought, "Is that the truck we spooked? But trucks don't fly. Am I sick?"David rubbed his eyes, and looked again. The dark truck was still there.David did not want to believe that he was hallucinating, so he constructed a story to fit his observations."That truck driver is looking for me. He must have captured Mark and Steve and Tony. How can I hide? I must not move. How did he find. "who is that, Jen? Its you , the dumb cunt from next door, .What the fuck are you doing in my yard" he was waliking towards me and as he got close he looked into his sons window, "who the fuck do you think you are looking at my son like that ,you fucking whore" "hey Jim I pleaded, Ive never done anything like this and I promise I never will again, look Im very sorry ,I'lljust go home and we can forget the whole thing". "well why dont we let the cops decide if we can forget it" Oh shit that. It hadn’t been too long ago when she’d thought that she’d turned over a new leaf about all that. When she shoehorned Junior out of the Red Rooster one night as that motorcycle gang was getting ready to take out his front row of teeth she thought that she had put hell-raising in her past.The back seat of a police cruiser, wearing handcuffs behind one’s back, is one of the loneliest places on earth. Roxie had always thought that she was used to being alone. Aunt Flora never had it in her to guide.