I want to narrate to you another true incident which took place when I was 16 years old. It was during rainy seasons that we met. She was in her car a...d I was running to go home gave me a lift and she drove me home but on arriving at home there was no one. I called my parents and dad told me that they had to stay at their in laws because my grandfather was ill. He told me that the weather is deteriorating and that the bridge has overflowed. He then called Aunty Beena and asked her if I could. ”“Bill, thank you. But please do me a favor? As long as we look like refugees from a cat and dog fight, I’d appreciate it if you called me Kelly. I am younger than you are, Captain, by a good bit, I think.”She could see his teeth gleam as he smiled. “I think you’re right. My wife, Cathy, can’t believe that she’s older than my commanding general, and she’s only twenty-four!”Kelly looked up and could see the first signs of dawn. Looking up through the trees, they could now see the branches. Why should I change now?" Well...because you weren't--because you could get grease on thatpretty blouse, not to mention smearing your make-up." Yeah," Joanie said. "That blouse is much too nice to get messed upwith chicken grease." Thanks, Shortcake, do you really--" Francie caught herself. She wasthinking like a chick. That would not do. Besides, it wasn't thepoint. "Wait a minute, Mrs. C. I'm the Fonz. Why should I worry aboutstuff like getting grease on a blouse?" Because you don't want. I looked at the clock in the room and saw that her surprise was about 45 minutes away. Babs found a silly chick flick on the television which helped to calm her down, along with a second margarita. She was lying naked on top of the covers when someone knocked on the door. Before I could respond, she jumped out of bed and headed to the door. I asked if she was going to put anything on and she just grinned and reached for the door knob. She flung the door open and just stood there and stared at.