Being on my knees seemed like a natural place for me. It’s a good thing my mamma always had me on my knees cleaning the floors. After a few minutes ...Jim’s breathing started growing rapid and he said he was about to finish. I didn’t know what to do so I kept going. He reached behind my head and held me close to him. He trust in deep and I felt my mouth being filled with his stuff. “Swallow it,” he said and I did as I was told. He stayed inside my mouth for a bit and then helped me to my feet. He. But when mom told me about this she told me that dad never got past it. When she told him the light in his eyes just died. “They stayed together until my brother was out of the house. I don't know how they did it, but I never suspected a thing. They faked it that good for years. There were no arguments or name calling or slammed doors or snide comments or bitterness. Nothing. I think they even still had sex sometimes. Then they were done. And, you know, I think they could still get back. Once more, the room was feeling a bit warmer. Christy sat down on the bed, crossed her legs and began rocking her upper leg, a little harder this time, while looking up at me with innocent eyes and a big smile on her face. A smile I didn't notice at first. My eyes were fixed on her legs. Only when she stopped rocking her leg did I look up. “Next guess.” she said with an amused look. I tore my gaze from her gams and frowned. Time for the other half of the room, I thought. “Under the bed,” I. Maybe Lisa could try to read those lips. What was Harry saying, anyway? Why didn't her lack of hearing bother her? There... that was a "B" movement. What he just said began with the letter "B" but his lips had moved a few times since then. One letter in the hundreds--thousands?--of words that Harry was saying. Lisa felt a bit disappointed in her failure... There! There was the "B" movement again. His lips made a "B" sound, even though Lisa couldn't hear his voice.A childhood song that Lisa knew.