And I even learned one or two new ones.The gist of it is that I was a freaky little pervert and had better stay away from her daughter. That there was... no earthly reason for her precious son to be in juvenile detention for beating up a freak. That she'd do everything possible to get him freed and me locked up in his place. And she'd do whatever it took to make sure everyone knew all about me and would run my family out of town.Blah, blah, blah.When she finally started running out of steam, she. ‘Oh,’ she grabbed her car keys from the hall stand and handed them to me, ‘could you move it for me, I can’t be seen outside dressed in my robe, what would the neighbours think?’ I detected a note of cynicism in her voice. It felt strange sitting in her little sports car after driving my truck. I parked it out front and reversed my truck up the driveway before returning her keys. My first task was to remove the timber double doors and they stubbornly refused to co-operate. There were several. It was smooth to the touch and shiny, like black marble. The stone was about the size of a golf ball and, as I looked at it now, I realised I had seen it before.Many of my dreams when I had been younger had featured this very stone. I had always been holding or touching the stone before I had taken to the air to fly. That suggested the stone was significant in some way. Why it hadn't featured in my recent dreams before now I didn't know, but it was here now.When I held it up closer to my face I. “Roll a smoke daddy while me and Abs go up and change” Lisa said as she didn’t want to chill out in her work clothes. The girls disappeared upstairs while I sat and did a few joints. I heard a lot of giggling upstairs but had no idea what the were doing, girl stuff probably.They soon reappeared wearing identical night shirts, one had ‘chaos’ on and the other ‘mayhem’ which I found to be quite apt for these two although at the moment Lisa was ‘chaos’ and Abs was ‘mayhem’ I am sure they could be.