So fantasizing was my only option. Or so I thought. I knocked on the screen door, and Belle hollered “Come on in, Brett. I’m in the kitche...n.” I opened the door and went in, straight toward the kitchen. As I looked thru the doorway from the living room, I could see Belle, all bent over wiping water up with a towel. I stopped and stared, my mouth practically hanging open, admiring the view. Her white shorts were soaked, making them practically transparent. I could see her asscheeks. Her eyes widened in flickering recognition. Then she tilted her head as if to reexamine him. “Hi.” She said brightly, her cheeks growing redder, her heart-shaped face full with a beautiful smile that went all the way to her eyes. “Hi.” Keyes said swallowing hard. He felt himself blushing. He never blushed. It was all over for him. Bree had been reading a newly released manga, when she felt heavy eyes on her. She slowly looked over her left shoulder. There was someone there. Someone tall. She. He was the baby, but I had worked on bringing his up so that he wasn’t spoiled. He chipped in where he could, helping pick things up from the floor that the rest of us didn’t see. At least he wasn’t feeding them to the dog, Flash. Flash was Stevie’s best friend. They went everywhere in the house together. When it was cold out, Flash even got to sleep in Stevie’s bed to help keep him warm. I had thought about starting a photo album called ‘A Boy and His Basset Hound’ but one album wouldn’t have. I was so ancy and was silently hoping she would say she was ready to leave which in about an hour she did so we left she let me drive because she was a bit drunk and i was only too happy to oblige, we pulled out of the parks lot when she took that gold pack of Winston Super longs and placed that long cork filter in her amazing mouth and i had grabbed her lighter and took the pleasure of lighting her smoke, I kept glancing at her and she asked why I kept looking i told her I was always curious.