But I stayed, largely to protect Amelie, until one night when I was almost 17 and he didn’t come back from a trapping expedition. We eventually foun...d his pirogue – and the nearly empty jug of whiskey that sat in the well – but we never found my father. We surmised that he’d gotten drunk while hunting gators and fell in the swamp. More than likely he drowned and his body was eaten by the gators. I always imagined that to be poetic justice. Not long after that, Amelie married a nice young man. Jena could not contain her excitement has 5 o’clock approached. She kept looking gout her window for a white car. Had Mike bought her a car? Why could he not be there? She couldn’t stand the wait. Finally it was time to go. As she walked out the door of work a white limousine pulled up. The drive got out and asked, ‘Are you Jena?’ Jena said, yes. The driver said ‘Mike sent me’. Jena climbed in the car. There was a full bar and Jena poured herself a glass of wine. She asked the driver where. Placing the frost-covered bottle in front of her, she said that the first one was on the house.“My name’s Cleo,” the bartender said with an even broader smile, “just in case you’d like to know.”Alice watched as Cleo turned to take care of another new arrival at the bar. She too ordered just a beer but Alice noted with interest that it wasn’t offered as a courtesy of the house.Not wanting to seem too interested, Alice turned her attention to the dance floor and the tight mass of womanhood that. She sat down on the bleachers, ostensibly to catchher breath – but privately to consider the feelings that had almost eruptedinside her. What was that, she asked herself, it wasn't like the stupid girls at schooltalk about. No heart pounding and throat swelling up or any of that. It wassomething stronger, she had enjoyed being pinned there for that moment, tohave his body controlling hers, to be forcing her down… She shied away from these awkward thoughts and resumed watching the new game.With.