Yeah, I know, ubernerd. Also a reader. And lover of classical music that speaks to my soul, music for being joyous and happy, music for being pensive,... music for bringing my soul to life and for putting it to rest, he's got it.Like I said, Gramma's in her seventies and with the exception of Ed, everybody in the apartment complex is retired. That means no kids my age. And there's Ed. Interesting, intelligent Ed. Ed that seems to like having me around.Ed is somebody I can talk WITH. He doesn't. Her partly undone cardigan is hanging open and disregarded, and I have an extra jaunty lift in my step as I carry away with me the tantalising view of most of her ample shapely breasts encased in a sexy black full-cup bra.I follow the pattern which has become my routine during these last four months, these amazing months of unfolding discoveries. I leave the school grounds on my own, and catch a bus which goes not to my own neighbourhood but to the one some distance to the west of it, where. " The mountain moved?" Briyan said in astonishment. He had a good grasp of English but found Silvia's accent hard to understand at times. He thought he must have missheard her."Legend... like a fairy tale?" Ah!"Eventually, beyond the city of Wanganui, the mountain emerged like a ghost out of the humid air. It was a cone, just as John described, and it was capped with a mantle of white snow."Hawera's up ahead," Silvia explained, "as far as we're able to tell, your Grandfather lived on a farm a. But, due to his position on the towel, it didn’t even reach above his thighs, so he jammed his hands down to cover his crotch. He had fallen asleep sunbathing in his a pink, sheer thong panty.Steve gasped, startled, and sputtered, “Wha—What are you doing here? Who are you?” As he stammered out the words, he saw the man was in a utility uniform and holding a notebook in one hand, and Steve knew why the man was there even as he asked the question.The man couldn’t seem to help grinning, but held.