Wednesday

Nabal got the car back here on a trailer. Our girl said that Nabal and the protege were sitting in the car, which was still on the trainer in the street getting high. It was raining and our girl is sheltering a large dirt bike and was struggling to get it out of the rain. Her father and his buddy just looked on and continued getting high... He didn't talk, barked what he needed in an estimate and as I worked up the estimate Nabal decided it would be a good time to try and grab and kiss me as if it were an every day happening as if we were getting along in any way. I shooed him away. It just all feels creepy. No love involved, just control. I was doing what he asked and he thought it meant I was somehow going to go along with anything he wanted done...