The headlights reflected off the white garage doors and back, illuminating the Jeeps interior. Inside I could see my wife sitting in the front passeng...er seat and a man sitting in the drivers seat. I could tell that someone was sitting in the back seat. I was expecting my wife to get out of the Jeep and come inside, but she sat there talking to the man. After a few minutes I saw the man move over and give my wife a hug. This was normal for Karen. But he kept hugging her. I watched him hug her. "Mind if your old Grandma joins you for a swim, Donny?" she asked."Sure, Gran," I replied. After all it was her pool."Help me in the water, will you?" she said as she walked towards the poolside. "Those steps are too far away and the ground’s hot."I swam to the edge to offer a hand. Grandma looked damn good in her one piece suit. It made me wonder what she would look like in a bikini. Grandma sat down on the edge of the pool with her legs hanging over the side and her feet in the water. As. I had no pretense to dignity.Habbie came walking out of his little shower roomcasually dressed in sweat pants and tee shirt,speaking in Arabic on his cell phone.I hated the sick hairy mtherfcker yet I lay theregazing at him like a satisfied lover.“You're back in business, my little whore” hesaid very businesslike and domineering.He sat in his chair and we talked business.Only 'respectable' clientele, no rough stuff, condoms always.Habbie had lined up a dozen clients by weeks end andmany more in. She was ready... ready to become the woman she was meant to be. The woman she had repressed and kept tucked away for far too long."Let it go. Missy let go of those rules, those restraints you have put on yourself. It's just you and I here now. Show me who you really are. Show me!" I growled."How, Kevin? How? Please help me!" she cried.I didn't even think - I just reacted. This woman needed to be emancipated, liberated from the shackles she (and society) had imposed upon her. This little bird.