Herexpression was one of shock. "I don't believe it. I thought your motherwas playing some kind of game when she told me what you were up to," shesaid..., shaking her head in disbelief, "But I guess she wasn't kidding." It's not a game, Mrs. Estes," I replied, still trying to calm my nerves.Mrs. Estes was my mother's age and about 5 or 6 years younger than Mrs.Jackson. She looked skeptical and maybe even a little disgusted, whichmade it hard for me to feel comfortable.I paused for a moment, trying. I stood with my pint glancing across wondering how I could get in on their conversation. Before I needed to they got up to go. My neighbour must have said that she was staying a little longer because the two of them said their farewells and the neighbour immediately came across to me. “I could see you were looking at me, what were you thinking?” I had to be honest and replied that I was thinking of our previous meeting and wondering how I could plan another meeting. I invited her to have a. That did it, so I guess I didn't really need Rhonda to do that for me, but her hands were a hell of a lot more pleasant than my hands or a wooden spoon. And I missed her company.Once it started getting really dark outside, I knew for sure she wouldn't be coming, so I lit the lantern, settled into my bed and tried to read.By the next morning, I was actually feeling a lot better. My scorched skin was still a little tender, but most of the burning sensation was gone and I could move around freely. “I like drunk Kelly.”“I am not even drunk, a bit buzzed but not drunk. Someone said I needed to let my hair down and have fun, so that’s what I am doing.” I pulled on my hair bands letting my dark black hair fall past my shoulders.Sandy came over to sit next to me. She snatched the bottled out of my hand. Not the type to be outdone she swung the bottle back and chugged half of its contents.“Fine bitch, you want to play?” she said as she took off her top revealing her baby blue bra.“Holy shit!”.