It wasn't a largely lit area but anybody up in the cars could see everything happening in that area. My devious mind started and I stopped walking wit... my EX. I didn't want her to see the area or the cars parked up above. I told her I wanted her to close her eyes for about three or four minutes. Then we would soon be turning back. I asked her if she understood and a small quiet YES came from her lips. I then had her close her eyes and not reopen them then I told her. I continued to walk with. "Sit down." He ordered humorlessly. "She can wait."My parents and I never fought. We never had any kind of serious arguments. I was downright scared. I could barely feel my limbs as I slunk back down into my chair. I could feel my breathing quicken as I felt my now unfamiliar anxiety coming back to me.Looking into my dad's eyes, I attributed them to something I hadn't before: fear. It felt awful. Feeling like my parents weren't on my side was downright awful. I felt unsafe. Like my world became. Although locked, these books, tapes and art, has always been availableto me; even though I did not avail myself of them until recently. Then Irealized how much I was withholding from him, and for the first time becameafraid, afraid that he would find someone who would give him what I would not.Fast forward to the present. I founda willing accomplice in Sakura, a Japanese beauty that frequented our countryclub. She was twenty five; we often played golf or skied with her. I do notbelieve Paul. They offered him a drink, which he accepted. They put on the CD, and asked him to explain some of the parts he had come up with."On this one, I did a counter melody which played off the main vocal line." he explained. "It strengthens the melodic sense in the chorus, but doesn't stomp over the other guitar part, which I really like, by the way." he said, glancing over to Helen, who beamed at the complement.He explained what he did for other songs, but it was beyond Helen's real of knowledge..