It was our two year anniversary and I knew my husband was planning a surprise for me. I walked up the steps to our flat and rang the bell- no answer. ...I rang again and the door opened. Strong hands gripped me and dragged me inside; there was a hand over my mouth and one around my mid section, not letting me move.I was dragged to the bedroom and thrown on the bed."What-" I started to protest.Before I finished my sentence I was gagged, then my eyes were blindfolded. I heard faint metallic sounds. So you can cut up a frog in school, but little more." Exactly." Have you thought of asking dad?" I've been avoiding calling our parents." Call him at the Museum. This isn't a family thing. Anyway, you need a place to do that under-six-months course. Have you thought of a place?" There's a bloke in Ingleburn, southwest of you, who does taxidermy and is licensed by the National Parks and Wildlife Service. I thought I'd try to talk to him. But two years ago, after the talk I went to in Perth, the. A group of parents picking their k**s up from soccer practice saw me getting railed doggy style standing up in front of my crazy yet irresistible silver Daddy behind a tree near the playground and called the police. I loved every minute of it from being yelled at by the parents (daddy just smiled and kept on going even harder giving the crowd a show who were in shock) and looking up with my face bright red like a tomato. Daddy came inside of me and we left in his car right as the cops were. "When Craig got home, both parents were there. He got a big hug from Fran."How'd it go?" asked Jack, who'd been filled in by his wife."Was Mrs. Thomason suspicious?" asked Fran."Not even a little," said Craig, aware that his parents thought they were talking to their daughter. "We're doing Oklahoma. I tried out for the part of Curly." But why?" asked Fran. "You've never been interested in being on stage before." I guess I wanted to find out what all the fuss was about," said Craig. "And I have.