Last week’s campaign swing had been through the north central region. This week’s was mid central with Iowa, Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Arkansas,... Tennessee and Kentucky. I was home again on Sunday night with the girls. It was five weeks to the election.The weekend’s news was on the liberals again. Tom Bennett did a naked swan dive from his twentieth floor penthouse Friday afternoon in broad daylight. Two high end call girls were found bound, gagged and dead in the living room and bedroom. The. Arriving at our camp I entered the trailer to find my wife dressed in her nightgown, sitting at the table, reading a book. I sat down at the table and told her about meeting some new friends. She wanted to meet the couple and insisted that we invite them for supper in the not too distant future. After a short time we went to bed and following a brief love-making session fell sound asleep.The next day dawned bright, clear and warm. Before preparing breakfast we decided on going down to the creek. Which brings me to my experiences and the pain inflicted on the new generation from the previous one, like my own mother's perversions, a realization her daughter is attracting more attention, and she is a fading beauty, racked with jealousy.I had been involved in drinking alcohol at school, I was thirteen and at that awkward age, a girl without a father figure, wild and undisciplined, to such an extent, when my mother found out, she exploded.A sense of powerlessness, had engulfed her. She was. She was off limits. And yet I had invested considerable effort in my efforts to find an exemption or a loophole in the school rules, and in preparing for this Sunday evening I had turned up one fascinating fact about the regulations governing teacher-student relations. But, I wondered to myself, was one fact enough? I remained tense, and in the car on the way to school I grew angrier: Who the hell did Susan Castle think I was? Not just plagiarizing from another student but from me, her teacher!.