It was Thanksgiving day twenty years ago that Maggie had died, leaving Bill to raise their four sons alone. This holiday had been special for their fa...mily ever since.After a few moments of respectful silence, I cheerfully changed the subject. "Thought I'd whip up a lemon pie for dessert." Yum," he said, licking his lips. His surreptitious glance at the generous view of pale cleavage offered by my loose robe made me wonder if he was talking about the lemon pie. Bill's misbehavior didn't bother. Just to act the fool and have fun. Personality wise I’m kind of a clown and I don’t take anything very seriously. I like to joke around and poke fun at my friends and I am more than happy to roll with the punches when they return the favor in kind. I actually like it when folks are comfortable enough to exchange banter with me, as long as they have thick skin. I can give as good as I get. I’m a pretty good listener and generally speaking folks are pretty comfortable around me and its not. She was ashamed and immediately covered herself and left for her room. Bela also went to her room.There was total silence in the house. For the next few days Aunty did not come to my room. I asked her about it, she said Aakash; it’s not good that Bela has seen us, what she must be thinking about me.I told her that after seeing us doing like this, she must also be wishing to have similar pleasure. She was shocked and scolded me for my thinking saying that she is like a kid. You should be ashamed. You should be back to normal in a few days." Eric? Who were they talking to? He barked frantically, and pawed at the door. He was Eric! They laughed outside at something. He caught part of it. "...fought it every time. Maybe she's ready now. We're gonna try, anyway." The handler again. Grabbing the cloth curtain with his teeth, he tugged until the cheap metal rod popped free. Even with his slightly distorted vision, he could easily make out three humans. Doc and the handler, and a shaggy-haired.