I could hear nothing or could I? I slowly got up and crept to the bottom of the stairs and listened. Yes, I could definitely hear something. As quietl...y as I could, I stepped up the stairs. There, I could hear something coming from the spare bedroom. As quiet as a mouse, I crept up and listened at the bedroom door, and to an orgy of groans and the bed protesting at the humping my brother-in-law was giving my mother. I stood for ages until frozen, but they still carried on kissing, whispering,. There were ways he had of writing that transcended reality, augmenting life in little ways that purified the passion he had for everything and everybody. I don’t doubt his flaws, but he had this defacing way of acknowledging and apologizing for them the instant he realized them.Is he really the person I’m writing? He will probably hate this version of himself as vain and overly polished, but I’m also sure he will be too flattered to tell me that. But I envision him always as a scaled-down. .. Yeah, so?" Have you ever touched yourself?" Where?" "Do you ever touch your breasts?" ... I did once. They aren't very big yet, but it made me shiver." But it was a good feeling, wasn't it?" ... Yes, but I don't see..." There's another place Laurie, another place that will give you ten times the pleasure of touching your breasts." Miranda Hollings, don't you make up stories!" It's true Laurie! I'm not kidding!" Where?" Between your legs."Laurie's hand went to her nest, but she was clumsy."I. He would go to the sticks, as he called it. The bare essentials for a camping trip. ALONE. NO one to invade his thoughts He had found out about a place a little ways east of here that he could go to. It was several hundred thousand acres of land that was empty of people, yet full of game. No hunting seasons were open, so he wouldn't have to worry about THEM. A couple of weeks should do it. HE WOULD GO!!!In spite of their coupling, Robbi had heard clearly, what Sue had said. She was proud of her.