As Alfred stated, his F-150 sat several feet away. The front and rear passenger doors opened as he approached. He placed the suitcase on the floor beh...ind the front seat and turned back. That’s odd; Stephanie hadn’t followed.Since this morning’s activities, Stephanie had rarely strayed more than three or four feet away. The sole exception was when she ran to get dressed.“Steph?” He dashed back inside and found her huddled behind the open door. Kneeling, he reached out.Stephanie turned and hugged. "I'm about to cum" I said as I leaned back against the cement pipe behind me. "So how do you usually handle it when you get off?" I asked him as I struggled to hold off my orgasm for just a bit longer. "Depends on where I am, I use a wash cloth at home but when I do it out side I usually just let it fly" he said while turning his hand back over to use his usual approach. "You do it outside too?" I asked "Where have you done it?" I asked trying to prolong myself. "In the wood mostly, just for. Or at least most of it...but didn't realize how badhis mind had been broken too. We found that out later."Dinah wiped the tears from her eyes and stared at the far wall, notlooking at Mel. She looked haunted, not at all like the vibrant andenergetic girl Mel was used to seeing."The doctors said," Dinah continued, "that when a kid is really young,and their minds are still really flexible, that sometimes...if theyexperience something traumatic enough...they can create a newpersonality to deal. She had a worried look on her face.I opened the door and said, "Jilly, you nearly scared me to death. But, yes I'm okay, just tired. We closed the Baker contract today, and I'm dead tired."She smiled and pulling me out of the car said, "Come on, let's get inside. I will make you a good strong drink, and you can relax."We went in the house. Laine was in the kitchen, cleaning up, and Ricky was upstairs in his room.I went into the living room and sat on the couch. The one on which my son had been.