Sawdust filled the spaces between the sheathing planks and the log walls for crude insulation. Under-layers of thick felt paper topped with layers of ...cracked wallpaper covered the downstairs log walls and the upstairs plank walls. Other than sawdust and layers of paper, the house had no insulation. When the wind blew, window drafts would flutter the flour-sack curtains Dee made with her foot treadle sewing machine. Winters in the Methow Valley commonly reached 20 and 30 degrees below. "Just a little weak at themoment." That's OK, let me help you take your refreshments back to your family." No, no really I'll be alright." Nonsense I must help a young lady in distress. Where are your family ?"At this moment Susan arrived as she had seen me nearly faint from acrossthe room. "Are you alright?" Then she saw who I was talking to. "Oh helloJim fancy seeing you here." Her face showed how worried she was for me."Hello Susan, do you know this young lady ? Funny that your brother has. Six minutes! That's all. If shehad kept his time limit at two hours he would have made it easily! Butan hour and forty five minutes? It was too short! Sometimes he couldmake it, but sometimes his diapers could be awfully stubborn and decidenot to leak in time. It wasn't his fault, it was the diapers! Thediapers and... the too short time limit. Maybe she just liked beatinghim? Maybe.Chad finished spreading the diapers out on the floor to protect it justas Mel came walking up, her stick. She turned back to her roommate and chuckled. "It is a piece of shit, isn't it?" What?" Barb exclaimed and then joined in the laughter. "Are you alright?" she asked, quieted."I thought you planned to be with your girlfriend." I ... We're worried about you." Barb," Molly grumbled, "do you prefer the meek little mouse?" What? No. But no one can cure you instantly. Not even your porn star boyfriend."Molly sighed in exasperation. "Yeah, he's a stud, Barb. He's a fucking fantasy come true, okay? But.