He didn't make a singlemove in that dressing room that I didn't watch it. How I had wishedthat I owned a video camera. When he left that night I found... a sock hehad lost and took it to bed with me every night for weeks, holding itand crying late at night. I was so pathetic.Knowing that I wanted more I began to plan for the December ladiesnight immediately after the November one. I practiced on my makeupevery night and even bought a few new items of clothing myself, such asnew stockings and a bra. "Did you get the generator going?" Linda asked as Chris returned to the kitchen."Sure did sis, we have plenty oof fuel and all the power we need." After setting up the camera's and the recorders they sat down and had lunch. "I still don't get what mom and dad are after." Chris said scratching his head thoughtfully. "Well, I think they want to sell this place but people have complained that they have seen ghosts here." So, they should hire the "experts" to do this job not us." Chris was not. And she wasn't alone. My first impulse was to wake her up and find out what the hell was going on. I could feel the green-eyed monster of jealousy rearing its ugly head. But I finally decided to wait on more information before jumping to any conclusions. After all, outside of telling her that the home she was designing would be ours, I hadn't really made a commitment to her. Or her to me. With a supreme effort of willpower, I pushed the issue to a back burner. I needed to think it through. The roof over the back patio does little to protect Jack from the many microscopic droplets that drift in the wind. The air isn’t driving the water sideways; rather it feels like walking into a cloud right after it decides to dissolve into rain. His shirtless torso is exposed directly to the elements. His feet touch upon the mud trail left from their exploits with the hose yesterday. His nipples harden in the cold. Turning around, Jack re-opens the sliding glass door just wide enough for his.