It took me three hours to decide what to wear to the airport. I eventually decided on a green chiffon floaty top that just covered my ass, with black ...leggings over the knee, black suede boots, a black leather coat and a cream, chunky scarf. After all, it is winter in Scotland. I wore my auburn hair out and naturally wavy with a little pleat across the front to hold my fringe (bangs) back from my face. I arrived at the airport thirty minutes early so I didn't have to rush around like a headless. There were a few guys over 18 and they each got three years. Every one of them has to register as a sex offender for two years after they get out of jail. They'll be on probation for those two years and will be forced to register forever if they do anything to violate parole. He also said the minors got their break in not having to do hard time but he was not going to bury their records. The records will be accessible by any law enforcement agencies until they reach twenty five. If they behave,. I was off work. I was bored. I went to my bedroom and witnessed a mess. It was time for a good cleaning. Jeans and shorts and panties and bras littered the floor - casualties of late nights and bad decisions. I grabbed all the clothes and put them in a pile in a corner to be washed at a later time. Next was the bed. I yanked the pillowcases off the pillow and discarded them into the clothes pile. Down toward the foot of the bed were white stains - undoubtedly from my Thursday night. When mom was out he was downright rude, I think inside he was a bit of a bully. Once, I saw him with another woman outside a bar as I rode past on the bus- midday and already in the bar? Things went on fairly well though- well that is until he lost his job and then it took a real turn for the worse. Mom and “Dad” were fighting nearly everyday, the creaking in the bedroom seemed to be accompanied by slapping and mom looked like she had been crying most all of the time. We were short of money.