As a Yankee, when talking to Dawn I felt like I was in another country, I kinda was. I was in a country I had only visited as a tourist, where I got whiplash seeing everywhere, all around me, southern belles and tomboys, all eligible for Beauty Pageant. From talking with Dawn, I did not get the impression that she was a Debutante, part of the Southern Plantation Cotillion Society, but grew up in the bayou. Dawn is not White Trash or hillbillies, yeah I am sure she has brothers and cousins and uncles that are good ole boys, some may even be rednecks, but all of them, and her sisters and aunties and their daughters, put family first, get together every Sunday for fried chicken dinner, with mashed potatoes, okra, and collard greens. Some have ever been saved by Je-Je-Jesus, but don’t let that stop you from calling Dawn. She took my fantasy scenario suggestion and ran with it. Took control, took it over, took charge, took ownership, brought me to the pinnacle of ecstasy, and gladly provided a completely thorough release.