And Valerie had already made plenty of money from a pair of underwear commercials. Nothing extravagant but it was better than SafeWay.And was a foot i...n the door."In here..."Maybe the desperation, that pride, or something more simple, like the inability to say stop, drove her to take that final step into the darkness.She couldn't say, only part of her knew this was all wrong.That even Valerie was all wrong... not always, not usually, just of late. Nothing she could put her fingers on, nothing. Basically, what I mean is that I was always kind of stuck in the middle in high school, and never felt like I was making a huge impression. I went in to my first year at college with the mindset that I was going to change that and come in to my own.Over the summer, after high school, I made some big changes. First and foremost, I turned 19. Although 18 is the legal age that parents no longer have control, I still lived with them, and so this birthday was more of a milestone to me. Knowing I was. . who da fuck?"Who is it?" Tim ... Get up. Hurry. You don't have a lot of time."Ah, Timothy Leary ... AKA The Shaman. "I thought you left." I did ... I came back. Someone really fucked up."We were all scrambling for a modicum of clothes.Tim was already taking down the hut. The outside cover came off with a tear and rip."Whasup?" You guys have a choice ... Marry the wives of those two," he pointed at the pair of emasculated natives, "or get gone. You're in a hurry and I doubt you've got time to. .. who?"Margaret hit the horn. "Get in, Christ's sake. I've been shot at."Iain opened the door and he had barely put a foot inside when she accelerated fiercely, causing him to swear at her. "What's goin' on?"Margaret watched the open road, sniffing. "Annabel ... she's been kidnapped and I've been shot at." She didn't wait for a response as her car took the racing line in the ice at over 70mph."Careful," Iain cried. "Ya gonna get us killed."Margaret didn't listen and sped along the riverside.