A little voice inside was telling me this was a waste of time. I ought to be doing something, anything, rather than waiting.Gradually, the feeling got... stronger. It got so I couldn't bear to wait more than a half-hour outside whatever window or other locale I thought would pay off. Beating off got to be a chore, too, even. For one thing, it made my cock sore. For another, there were only so many times in a day I could do it.The alternative, I hated to admit, was worse. It was that I had no idea. Right now, I'm just a proof reader, but I hope to become a reporter." But you're on vacation now?" Until a week from tomorrow." Do you have anywhere you plan to be over the next week?" No. Why?" I just have some ideas. Do you want me to get rid of those breasts now?" It can wait until after breakfast."I set the two plates full of food on the table, but instead of sitting in a seat, she sat me down, and then sat on my lap. We sat together, feeding each other breakfast.We finished most of the. She looked at her Mom, who was staring at her."I woke up with a different nightgown on then when I went to bed. I don't remember changing it. So I am not sure Mom." Eh, I did that about four this morning dear. We, I and your Dad found you outside with blood all over your gown. Someway you had cut your finger."She came over and set near Katy then she grasp her left wrist turning her hand over showing the scar on the middle finger.Katy squeezed the finger tip. "It doesn't hurt." I washed it with. Handing a cup to Drew said, "Drink this. It'll make you feel better.I'll know if you don't. I'm going to wake your mother now."Drew didn't like hot tea preferring it iced but took a sip. It had aslightly bitter after taste but figured he had no choice. By the time hefinished dicing all the vegetables the cup was empty and he was feelinglight headed. When his mother and Miss. Simms came into the kitchen hewanted to complain but didn't. Seeing his mother with a faraway dazedlook in her eyes.