‘You need to get the fuck outta here I’m not gonna tell you again!’ I yell. My threats were useless to him. ‘Weresss that nigga you wass with...?’ he slurred. ‘Where you should be… IN HIS ROOM.’ I say. ‘You lyin’ I know his ass is up in here somewhere. He got up too look around my room. ‘That’s it I’m calling security.’ I say going over to my phone. ‘NO the fuck you not!’ Apparently he was not as d***k as I thought cause the next thing I know I’m pinned up against the wall hard from impact.. I could hardly look at her, her eyes were so piercing, and yet I couldn't not. And then ... her old husband arrived with his cold eyes and still handsome face despite being at least in his eighties. He looked disturbingly familiar, and his voice..." Ssh," I breathed, my thoughts debating truth over the utterly unbelievable and probably inadvisable results of speaking that truth."It chilled me, like some weird sensory experience where a song or a scent brings forth an emotion from something that. I knew something wasn’t right. I had pancreatitis and this wasn’t in that area of the stomach. But I knew I had reached a point of pain tolerance that was in need of medical attention. Gwen was calling my brother (Alan) and he was on his way to the house. ‘Alan’s just around the corner, he’ll be here in a minute,’ Gwen said in an excited tone. She was calm as could be but still anxious as to why I fell on the floor. I got to my feet, I was still in my robe from just waking up and limped to the. " Most guys just don't care about new clothes.While enjoying pizza and beer on the patio, Mom and Dad said they were going to catch the first available flight to go home. They admitted to being traveled out for a while, and wanted to enjoy the ranch's peace and quiet. Dad talked about rebuilding his beef herd again, and Mom said she wanted to settle down and just relax, read some books, and work in the yard when the weather was nice. My folks were homesick. DeDe later told me that she had found.