" That's true," Lisa agreed.During the next four hours of their drive, Lisa and Mike engaged casual conversations of a long married couple: neighborho...d gossip, things around the house and other mundane things. Today was a Thursday and Mike had taken Friday off to do some things around the house so Lisa was loading up the honey-do list. Finally, they arrived home and Mike pulled the minivan into its slot in the garage.Normally the three-car garage housed the two-year-old minivan, Mike's Camry. “I’ve been asked that my entire life,” laughed Diane. “Dave’s my twin brother. Mom and Dad own the restaurant and we help out when we can. I share the apartment with Dave. There are three bedrooms, so there’s even room for company.”“Oh! He’s your brother?” repeated Jessica as she mulled over the information Diane had just given her. “I have to thank him for being so kind to me when that jackass ex-boyfriend of mine made that embarrassing scene. He must think I’m a total slut.”“My name’s Diane,. . and why she would not go home until at least some small step had been taken to set their marriage straight again.But what on earth would Mr. Alexander think when she attempted to explain why she wanted to get a job, she wondered nervously. How could she ever make him understand that perhaps the very future of her marriage with Henry depended upon whether or not she could really prove herself to be a contributing, productive member of their marital partnership?Kathy shifted anxiously in her. "Please," I said, "please don't hurt me! I'm telling the truth – my money is gone!"He relaxed his grip. "Ok,if that's the way you want it." He bent down and scooped up my clothes and stripped the sheets from the bed, including the one I had wrapped around me. He headed for the door."Where are you going?" I asked, crying. "Can I please have my clothes back? I'll call my mom and get you the money."He paused at the door and laughed harshly. "Your mom? Fuck that, puto, you're over 18, You gonna.