The question caught me totally off guard.“I’m lost,” I replied.“Maybe all you need is some time away from the routine,” Robert advised.Kids.... I could not leave my kids. They needed me to be at home.“I’m not suggesting you leave your kids,” Robert replied. John and Sarah were good kids. They most certainly didn’t like the conflicts at home. One can not hide much from a ten-year old and a twelve-year old.“Tell them you’re going on a business trip,” Robert suggested.“And my husband?” I. “So they get more freedom than I?” she taunted.“No, but its different,” James explained.“So they can go skinny dipping when they want and I can’t never even swim at all?” Jessica snapped.“Yes, that’s the way it is,” James agreed.“Well it’s not fair, I want to go for a swim!” Jessica declared.“And I expect they want to sleep on a feather mattress and ride a horse but that’s not the way things are,” he pointed out.“I don’t see why I can go swimming,” Jessica insisted.“Because a white girl. "Don't worry," chirped the bird, "I'll have us out of here in no time." Tommy watched in amazement as the bird produced what looked like a tiny hacksaw from a little black bag and began to saw away at the latch. Before long, the door popped open and the bird fluttered out. Stumbling a bit, Tommy gladly left the locker."Wow, I'll bet you're glad to get out of there," the bird, a finch Tommy suddenly realized, lighted on his shoulder, "how'd you get in there in the first place?"Ignoring the. I could hear Kerry panting a little as they kissed passionately, tongues in each others mouths. Malcolm broke the embrace.“Let me get a look at you girl" he said and Kerry lifted her arms as Malcolm lifted her dress over her head. “You are fine baby girl" Malcolm said, standing back and whistling in appreciation. “Let me look at you"Malcolm sat back down on the couch and picked up his wine glass and Kerry stood in her black lace topped bra, panties, stockings, suspender belt and high heels. I.