Everything.’ I led her into the dinning room, the family room, and then into the master bedroom. She stood and slowly looked around. ‘Wow! This is... bigger than our whole house at home.’ She wandered around and looked in the dressing room with its twin vanities and ladies dressing/makeup table with a large mirror surrounded by lights. I watched her walk slowly into the bath area, she looked at the large whirlpool tub. She opened the shower stall. She shook her head. I followed her back into the. .. without the groceries that he'd originally gone to the store for. Once Michael was finally home, he slammed the door shut behind him and locked it. Leaning back against the door, he let out a breath that he hadn't been aware of holding, sighing in relief. "Home sweet home," he whispered. Then Michael slowly walked around his house, amazed at just how much larger everything seemed. At just how much higher the pictures on his walls were. His home was no longer the long familiar and comfortable. The party had dwindled down to just four of us and because we were a bit drunk, my friend had made up the guest beds for us to use. I’d already staggered off to my appointed room and was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and deciding that wine possibly wasn’t as horrible as I thought. Given that between three of us we’d had four bottles and under usual circumstances, I wouldn’t have even touched a glass. It was a pretty logical thought on my part, especially when you consider my head was. This caused them both to blink but by the time their eyes had opened again that one inch diameter barrel of Mrs Clusky’s gun was ramming itself hard up under the drunken man’s chin. Mrs Clusky stayed completely silent as the man slowly raised his arms and gently sidled sideways and away from that fearsome looking weapon.“Don’t shoot ma’am” he muttered hoarsely. “I don’t mean no one any harm now. Just looking for my woman and kid is all!”Mrs Clusky kept staring hard then just quietly said to him.