‘My goodness, Ellen’s my friend,’ she thought, feeling silly, ‘I certainly don’t need to worry about her harming me.’ She opened the door ...nd let her friend in. ‘Ellen, what are you doing here?’ Abby asked. ‘I…I heard about what was happening in your marriage,’ Ellen said, walking by Abby, into the kitchen. ‘And I was worried about you. I…I knew about the cabin, and when it looked like you weren’t home, I thought maybe you came up here.’ ‘Oh,’ Abby said, touched by her friend’s concerned, and. "It's a modifier that I put on the spell. It's to make everyone thinkthat nothing is out of the ordinary, or else how would I have explainedto my parents how I managed to afford a ball gown like this. This wouldhave cost at least five hundred pounds in a shop. And they're calling youBeth because it's your preferred shortened version of Elizabeth. Youdon't like to be called Liz. Don't ask me how I know that." This is all too much," I said."Don't worry," Monique said as she sat down next to me,. Dad had been what he calls an, ‘unemployed master cabinet maker’, which is something to do with houses. He says he was poor, like the homeless people that stay on MLK Boulevard.He liked to tell us about the olden days as we sat around the campfire roughing it, making our own s’mores and telling stories. Everyone else liked to tell scary stories, but not dad. He told us how he’d finally been able to start a business after the changes that brought about cheap labor.At first, he said, there’d been. After this, I began visiting “modeling studios” as a capper for the evening, where $30 would buy a private room and progressive tips of fives (as many as a dozen, in some cases) buys progressively lewder private danc- ing, and verbal encouragement while I masturbate. No contact, regardless of what might be implied by come- ons of the “I’ll do more for more money, honey” sort (and I went overboard to the tune of a couple hundred dollars a couple times before.