No one’s that angelic in their teens! We can call him Gabe. I saw him on the bus the other day. Trust me to find a way of making catching a bus look... crazed. It was late, and it was the last bus. I was a bit distracted, thinking about the movie I had just seen, and the bus nearly passed without stopping. I waved my hands and ran after it, and it skidded to a stop a bit farther down. Nice when the bus driver recognizes you. He’s too grumpy to admit it, but he does, and it was really nice of him. "You're number one among all golfers named 'Tess, ' I said -- not only on this tour, but, I'm pretty sure, on the PGA Tour as well!"As is often the case after tournament results are in, the women stopped complaining pretty soon and just contemplated the fact that they'd both picked up a nice piece of change.The Tulsa International Airport was well north of our RV park in Broken Arrow, so I left the RV there and drove them, in the Scion, to catch their flight to Richmond. They would rent a car. "So if we walk until 11.30, we'll reach here" He pointed at a point on the map "There we can eat dinner, mom will pack the lunches. Then down to here" He pointed to a different spot "to speak with the rangers and see if there's anything interesting in the area" Well apparently dad's idea of a meeting as just telling us the plan, didnt even ask for our ideas. But then again my only idea would be me railing his wife.We began walking and kept walking...and walking...and walking. Felt like id. Her voicewas so deep - like mine! And she'd just realised she had a few days'worth of stubble on her face. "What the fuck!?" she bellowed, "turn onthe light!" I fumbled above for the light switch above the bed. It seemedmuch higher than I remember but I eventually found it and flipped it on.As my eyes adjusted to the light I could not believe what I saw. We bothstared at each other, open-mouthed for a few seconds.I could recognise Rachel but she had changed horribly. She was enormous!Her feet.