It didn’t actually look that much different than it had when she was six or seven. Oh, sure the posters on the wall and the assortment of stuffed an...imals, games, books, and hobby boxes had changed over the years, but it was still the same bed, still the same white, squat dresser and desk. Even the spread over the mattress was the same rainbow design which had been there practically all her life. Maybe it looked like a room a little girl would keep, but it made Meadow feel happy to be surrounded. At lunch I’d gone to see Siobhán and explained that I was going to break off the sexual relationship, but that I wanted to remain friends. She was disappointed, but admitted that Thursday would have been the last time, since she wasn’t comfortable being friends with her lover’s wife. Or wives, in my case.After lunch, I’d finalized all the details for the connection to CICNet via the University, and placed a call to Ameritech to get the leased line ordered. After that call, I’d met with InfoNet. I know for sure that I have enjoyed it and masturbated to the memory many times since.BrendaBrenda had three slips. Two were shorter than her school dress and one longer. I know about the shorter two – one white and one cream with lacy edges – due to the joy of a set of narrow stairs at school. It was one of the great places for a covert glimpse up the skirts of the girls as they walked up.The third was plain white. This particular slip put in occasional appearances below the hem line. Always. “Your mother is in hospital. She had a car accident.”The boy paused trying to grasp what he had just heard. He had been in a hospital last year when he got food poisoning, and he knew the place was not good. It smelled bad and was full of suffering people. At night could be heard moans and other unpleasant sounds. It was pity his mother being there.“When will she be back?”- Well ... when she gets better. If she ... turns the corner. Come on, go to bed, it’s all right, “ he said ruffling his.