I decided to meet my audience one afternoon. The perimeters of the yard was bordered by a white picket that was in dire need of repair and repaintin...g. For a long while I loitered in the shadow of a large tree growing in the front yard that seemed to be dead regardless of the season--it's bare limbs hung mournfully low and seemed aneyesore in comparison the rest of the healthy trees on the block. I leaned up against the thick trunk and scanned my eyes of the long neglected facade of the. Lifting me up from the horse's neck the rider turned me to face him and started to strip off my clothes. He was controlling the galloping horse through thickly wooded country with only his knees; both hands were unfastening my clothes and dropping them one by one behind us. I could do nothing to hinder him as I was hanging on to him and the horse for dear life. If the horse stumbled or one of us fell we would be killed for certain; my life was more important than my clothes, whatever was to. There were several suitable beaus among the company. But Martha wasn't the only spinster on show, there were other husband hunters attending. Most of the ladies had retired to their rooms to loosen their stays and rest. Martha had no need to wear stays, her figure could not be improved, and she hated them anyway, but her mother would have raised an eyebrow if she knew she was without. Martha stepped out onto the terrace that ran the full length of the side of the building were several men folk. My friends call me Carly. The man chasing me is Carlos. He was my old boyfriend." Why was he chasing you and did you hit his car like he said?" I asked."We broke up a couple of weeks ago. I went home and found him screwing another woman. I threw a lamp at him and ran out the door. I went to one of my girlfriends and moved in with her. When Carlos wasn't at the trailer, me and Francesca, my girlfriend went and got my things." So, what happened tonight?" I asked."I turned twenty-one two days ago.