As we watch tv I flip through the channels and come across a live Avenged SevenFold concert in the middle of the song Bat Country. Im not a huge A7X (...shorter name) fan but Amy is."Oh I love this song." She starts singing along. "Mental fiction follow me, show me what its like to be set free." Can we see what else is on?" I asked."Yeah I've seen this before."She said."Damn Im getting fucked up." I said."Yeah me too, lets look up some fucked up shit online."She said"I guess we can do that. You. If he has pictures of me, then he has them of you as well. Your husband doesn't need to see them and his family doesn't need to see pictures of me. I expect that he has transferred them to the laptop he uses for school. He might have them in some secret file, but they are there nonetheless." I was really thinking out loud."He is a good kid Rose. He is out to get laid, not breakup my marriage," Joan said."Well that's up to you, but in my opinion screwing a kid is nothing but trouble," I. No sooner had he done this, then there was a knock on the door. He went to open it. U's heart beat faster. She had only ever done one-on-one. He opened the door and a tall, blond women slipped inside the room. He closed the door behind her. U studied her. She was quite tall, with shoulder-length blond hair and wore a dark trench coat tied at the waist. She carried a small holdall. She was exceptionally good-looking and U estimated she was in her late twenties or early thirties. The lady. I know a place.’ He turned onto a side street, went down two blocks and turned again, and slowed, looking for a spot to park. The neighborhood was quiet and dark, giving no indication of the bustle and lights only a few blocks away. Shadows of trees beside an almost deserted sidewalk. Small bungalows and older apartment buildings dating from Hollywood’s golden days of the 1930ties. The man said, ‘At last,’ and pulled into a space distant from street lights, although there was still enough.