We did see one or two CFM picketers occasionally at a gig of ours. But they were powerless and out of place, outnumbered tremendously by our fans, and... we paid them no mind. It appeared as though they'd latched onto some other cause, waging their never-ending war against perceived evil as a means of building up their own self-worth.A much more interesting development centered on Helen McAndrew. That column where she'd skewered both the calendar creators and Lightning in a Bottle turned out to be. Before we finished, he had decided that we would invite him for dinner the following Friday, because the kids were in band and the team was playing an out of town game.Then I asked him what he meant about stories about him and my mother. Here is the story he told me as we drove back to the funeral home to get my car."I went by your house one afternoon to see if you wanted to go to the show. When I walked by the window I saw your Mom on the couch in her robe and she was crying. She had a. Amanda had reached that point in her life when she liked her male companions to do all the talking and all the motions allowing her to just rest back and take what they wanted to give her without any resistance at all. She knew it would be more interesting if she struggled a bit or at least put up some sort of token resistance but she was tired of those games and just urged them to greater speed with the little tricks she had learned along the way from men and women that had deviant minded. When Daddy walked in he grinned, "Well, I don't mind if I do" he said, "Nothing quite like a hot coffee to soothe the nerves"I looked at him questioningly, as it seemed a strange thing to say, but he just smiled at me, "I've put him in the spare room" he said, "I thought it best in the circumstances as he was snoring quite loudly"I giggled, "Yes he gets like that when he's... " I blushed. He looked at me tenderly, "It must have been hard at times on the trip, with Kabeer getting like that" he.