Or feel free to email me comments or thoughts or ideas about stories on [email protected] Street Car Park - Crossing the Line My w...fe was out all day Saturday and I felt a sense of relief as I watched her and my 20 year old daughter drive down the road. Before I could start I needed to be sure they wouldn’t be back so waited patiently until I received the obligatory phone call from my wife announcing their arrival at her sister’s house. It was safe now and as I thought. Judging from their demeanor, Rowena suspected the females were displaced former nuns similar to her own situation. They all appeared noticeably literate with quills, ink and scrolls forever in their sphere like the Knight’s accoutrements of warfare ready to hand and part of their “persona”. Rowena did her best to blend into the background in their presence because she was uncertain with their reaction to the fact that she was a female, difficult to decipher, somewhere in between their nun-like. Cindy's hair and makeup was done a whole lot better than it had been this morning. My opinion of her prettiness rose a couple of notches, not that I'm so shallow as to judge girls by their appearances, you understand.#4: The internal conversation stopped there, as did all the rest of my thought processes, because Carol walked into the room. I had assumed that Carol was going to be wearing a dress something like Julia's because it came from the same store. I was WRONG! Julia's dress was classy. There was a figure pacing by The side of The vehicle with a hand to her ear. As my truck passed by I did a double take. The person with The flat was The young cashier Kelly. After checking in my side view mirror I pulled a quick u-turn and pulled up behind The disabled vehicle and turned on my hazards before alighting from my pick-up. When I approached she looked up at me and her face showed surprise at seeing me there.“Hold on one minute Mother” she said into The phone.“What happened to you.