At the front of the home was a short set of brick steps that led to the front door and to the left was a long rectangular porch with a tin roof. Over ...he years the porch had been home to a great number of chairs, porch swings, hanging plants and all manner of pleasantries, but the tin roof always remained. It was painted and repainted a number of times and sheets of tin were replaced here and there. The tin roof was unexceptional and mundane for the most part, but when it rained it became a. "I think you should both remain here for a few minutes beforedeparting," the manager told them when he came back into the restaurant,"I suggest you both have a coffee on the house and wait until those twocrazy bitches go, please excuse my language Mary," and he walked off toorder for them with a smile. "Nothing like a bit of excitement now andthen, even if it is amongst senior citizens," he told the girl behindthe bar.Later...Back at Mary's they both had a feeling of accomplishment. Just like. . and, well, here it is. BRChapter 1I've been feeling that something isn't just right at home. I drive a short distance truck for a living. I am home between runs probably three to four days a week. I usually have some day runs when I'm home, except on the weekends. My schedule is known to both me and my wife when I go into work on Monday mornings. For the last year, my wife has been kind of all over the map as far as her emotions and her bitchiness. She says it's two things; her stress at. “Vi-victor…” She swayed in the air, almost rendered mute by the sudden fear squeezing her throat. “You know I’m a-afraid of heights!” Agnes tilted forward, now fighting against the force holding her up, keeping her body in a vice. All it did was unbalance her, make her parallel with the floor. The laws of gravity itself seemed to have changed. She rose higher still, the tall ceiling of the room now closer than the floor. “Oh-h!” Agnes moaned, the sensations on her body somehow still.