Son of a bitch! A typical thing, a Father and Son showering together with the boy looking at me licking his lips" The best Freddie could do was shake... his head. "So I went to the bar, i needed a drink when almsot immediately, there was his Father, two chairs down. He raised his glass sming at me, I raised my glass and there behind him, his Son was waving to me. Now what's going on? So I took a swig and out the door i go and see him goimg in a room, waving at me smiling. Holy geez! There's two. I stood where I was until she had finally calmed herself and it was safe to approach her. “Let’s get you out of that suit,” I said softly.“You saw?” she asked.I removed the headpiece before answering, “I saw.”“They never caught him,” she said flatly. “That’s probably why I have the nightmares. I’m afraid he’s coming back for me.”After I helped her peel the suit off her legs, she sat cross-legged on the bed. “I couldn’t really describe him,” she said softly. “It happened so fast... and the drug. I was at the edge always about to shoot off in her small soft hands. I choked out a raspy OK.“So I thought we were going to head to the artist's lounge and do a few bumps. Instead, he grabs my hand and walks me into the studio parking area, and says let’s go in here. It’s more private. It’s the rapper’s rented limo. He unlocks the back door and it’s so cool honey! There’s a full bar, expensive stereo system, comfy couch, and table, everything was done up in different shades of red. Let’s buy. Since I could ride, I frequently got the fence detail, riding the fences to see if anything needed to be repaired. If I found a bad place, one that I couldn’t fix with the cutters and pliers I kept in the saddle bags, I called in on my cell with the location – the Botticellis had numbered all of the fence posts the way the electric company labels power poles – and a crew would come out in a pickup truck with whatever was needed to repair the fences. It was cheaper to send out a rider on.