There were saws in need of sharpening and the tools to do the job. Chisels, moulding molding planes, hammers, broken pulleys, a table saw that must ha...ve come from a place with an overhead jackshaft ... general crap and three sleeping bags that could have only been from the Second World War.Where does Daddy find this junk?The ripped mummy bags were wadded up in a ball and stomped down in the middle ... like a nest ... with five kittens in the nest. Kittens? Kits? These were tan to grayish brown,. " It was a gamethey'd played when she was little."Oh... oh, all right, come in."Helen was sitting up on her bed as he came in. Her eyes, the same deep greenas his own dear, lost Helen's, were red and swollen with tears. She wipedthem on the sleeve of her pale green blouse and pushed her long, dark blondehair away from her face.Charlie pushed her book bag aside and sat down next to her in the bed. Hedraped an arm over her shoulder. "I guess your first day at your new highschool didn't go very. Once out of sight, I stopped to spy on him. He did manage to stand up, grab the gun and walk off.When he was out of sight, I got into the car, and tried to think what to do now. Then, the door opened, and Miss Greenway's voice was saying, "Well, Mr. King, you were right, no one cared that I'm Mrs. King now. Well, apart from maybe Matthew, I really think he's got a crush on me. He wrote me a special story." She got in the car, I was trying to think of how I'd explain not being me, she leaned. I pull away and glance up at your cute face. Your eyes still shut, you appear still in slumber.I lean down and with the tip of my tongue I lick down your cleavage. My fingers carefully peel back the sheet, like a wave receding from the shore. I kiss your supple skin that adorns your perfect stomach. I see your belly rise and fall, and there it is, my destination, your belly button; a seemingly innocent hole. I gaze lovingly at it, wanting to make love with the start of your existence. I gently.