. until this last visit. Something had finally slipped... Lucifer ... but what did it mean? It was most likely some kind of code word or designation f...or something or someone that was important, but why was it important? And why did the Voice think I knew what it was?I'd memorized the route from my room/cell to the room where the Voice and I engaged in our daily duel. At least I thought it was daily. Could just as easily have been nightly, or twice daily or who knows how often. There was no. As I turned the corner all I was greeted to was empty isle, so I backed up and when to the next one. Same emptiness. Little voice in my mind said "Missed, again." It almost took effort to get back to my shopping but I did. I did get hopeful as I peeked around the next few corners but nothing. I tryed to even listen for her heel taps but the musack was a bit too loud. I was startled a few minutes later when I swore I felt a hand brush my thigh. "oh, pardon me!" I was looking into those beautiful. The deputy sheriffs came whipping into the trailer park and found us without any problems. I guess a crowd and a man in his night close is like waving a flag in the woods but needless to say I was glad to see them. They got out of their cars. Two county officers in two vehicles. They walked up with their usual one officer takes one man and gets his story while the other officer gets the other’s story. Well these two officers knew Rabbit man. ‘Hey Jim,’ (Officer) ‘Hey Joe,’ (Rabbit man) ‘What’s. ” he told her. “I didn't know you liked girls, but if that's what you prefer, who am I to judge?”“Oh my God.” said Mother, whispering again, looking at her daughter, who was smiling at her.“It's okay, mom, me and Mandy have fooled around a little, and I like the way girls taste.”“You.. you like the way they taste?” her mother asked, stammering a little, out of sheer nervousness. She had never expected to have THIS conversation with her daughter. “Have you tasted many of them?”“Just Mandy, and.