They're just always there when you need them. Like beans. Or clean underwear. Anyway, Mom is Jessica Jane Peterson. A thirty-nine-year-old no nonsense... all American girl born and raised in the Southern Bible belt and as prim and as proper as could be. Married at nineteen to an asshole. Divorced at thirty-seven to the same adulterous drunken asshole who walked out one day and never came back. Mom is the Doris Day type. Five-seven straight up and down with shoulder-length white blonde hair that. I thought it’s better that she goes on a family tour than with her friends. She was very excited about the trip because she had never been to Goa before whereas we had been there for quite a few times earlier and that was the reason why we chose Goa.It was a short tour but was awesome. We landed there and checked into a hotel. The moment we landed there we could feel the enthusiasm and vigor of Goa- jolly people, foreigners, graceful beaches, casinos, wine, people enjoying themselves- it’s. ”Satou set off up the pathway, his heart beginning to beat faster in his chest. His ploy had worked, and now he might be able to catch another glimpse of the beautiful red woman.The sounds of the waterfall reached Satou’s ears as he crept through the brush, doing his best to avoid stepping on any twigs or rustling any branches as he snuck up to the spot between the two trees where he had last watched the Oni. The sun was at about the same position in the sky, and if she was anything like the. Doesn't look too seedy." Well, we'll want to go out for dinner, then maybe a bar or club. I'llpack us a few things, and you can come by the hotel after work. I'llcall you at work with the room number, and we can change for a nightout. How's that sound?" Like I said before, sounds like a plan."***"Hello honey," I said to John as I let him in the room. "I'm justabout finished getting ready, why don't you take a shower, and I'llset your things out. You'll need to shave again. When you're done,.