Instead I walked intothe front room and flopped down on the sofa. As I took in the peace ofthe room I thought about Bethany and realised that, despite... her effortsto make my life hell, deep down I actually felt sorry for the girl. Likeher, my dad had walked out on us when I was young and I knew all too wellhow that made you feel.I thought about what Sara had said earlier about Bethany being angry witheveryone and everything. I had gone the other way, and tried my best tobe nice to my mother. I slowly worked upwards behind her knees and onto the upper area of her legs where her shorts finished. I could only slide the very ends of my fingers under her shorts but no further before the material hindered progress. I started to retreat and begun working my way back to my mother calves."No wait, that felt great, give me a second" Mum said as she moved off the bed and shuffled out of her shorts before assuming her position on the bed again. "Please massage my quads too" she pleaded.With my. Kathy had messed around with Jo after I left, and Jo had to go home to take care of her own chores her mom had for her, but was going to come back over after dinner. Kathy and I talked about her (of course) while we eating and she was optimistic that Jo was getting over what had happened to her. (Funny how I can't even say that word, without having a reaction to it.) She was subdued at times, and at other times, full of giggles. She thought that Jo was starting to get some kind of normalness. As I sat on the porch with my two sons, we talked. I drank the beer and asked, “Where’s mom?” They said she wanted a ride when we were through talking. We flew to Mt. Rainier and sat above it and watched the sun go down from there. We then flew over Tacoma and Seattle seeing the lights come on, then back home.”“Did you get lucky Sir?” Frank asked.“What do you know about lucky Major?”“I saved the world. It looked like two girls giggling while they both kissed a cheek.”“Yes, I got lucky!” Bruce.