We sat and stewed for a few hours. My mind was sharp, focusing on my dilemma while, on a deeper level my emotions were all over the place. What was ha...ppening to my parents? That's what scared me the most. Bill of rights? If the guards were any indication, I didn't have any rights.I pushed the thoughts of my parents out of my mind. I had to deal with this first."You don't say much."I just looked at Ray. He shook his head and sank back into himself, mumbling. I decided then and there that the man. Joan tried to remember him – Mary saidthey’d met – but she couldn’t. At this point, justabout any guy was a novelty. School and her work studyjob didn’t leave much time, and living with Mary didn’tleave many opportunities to meet guys. She owed Mary somuch, yet she wished they would go out more, with ayounger, college-age crowd. Anyway, Mary said Dave wasin his early twenties.“Joan, this is Dave,” said Mary, “Dave, Joan. As I saidon the. “I tried to be quiet when I came in,” I answered. I hoped I was quiet. I didn’t even remember coming home.“You didn’t ask for permission to be out last night. Were you with that Carter boy?” Mom demanded. I was pretty sure she was on some kind of drug. The doctor said it was for menopause.“I’m sorry, Mother. May I have permission to go to the biggest event of the school year, until graduation, that I’ve been planning for four months for? Last night?”“Watch your mouth, girl. You’ll get it. A deep breath was taken and I was sure her buttons would burst “I want you to use me” she said with her eyes down, “use you? – how?” she then looked me straight in the eye and said “fuck me and do whatever you please?” that was it, she had made the move, “good girl” I replied, beaming. I stood and moved around the desk trailing my hand up her arm and over the front of her shirt glancing her nipples which seemed quite prominent now, “you do realise that in not answering properly straight away.