"What the Fuck is going on" I thought as I grasped the porcelain door knob and opened the door, a dryness in my throat was it fear or excitement my h...eart beat faster as I descended the wooden steps, where was that glow coming from it is beguiling, I want to move into the beam of light... the feeling of well being is overwhelming... a strange high pitched hissing noise is audible, the light is intensifying from blue to white the cellar trap doors fly open, I am levitating upwards out into the. ”“Well my philosophy is, not being able to cook is like not being able to make love,” he winked at her.“Is that so?” she laughed, “How do you figure that?”“We have to do both for the rest of our lives so we might as well do them properly.”“Ha, well if you can do one as well as the other I’m in for a treat later,” she grinned.“My goodness Sandra, here I thought you were married.”“I am, but my husband can’t cook,” she smirked.CJ looked at her for a moment, the corners of his mouth turned up and. . I'm not complaining. If I understood a bit more about what you are looking for, I would be peering over your shoulder. Partially because I have a special interest in all this activity."When Sally and Sarah entered the kitchen, the others had already begun eating. Nancy said, "If you had waited much longer, you might have missed out." In that case, we would have just fixed more," replied Sarah as she began filling her plate.When Sarah sat down, Nancy said, "Gee if I'd known you eat as much as. I never named the babysitter John, but you had her phone number." Oh. I thought that our babysitters name was Julie. I don't recall a Samantha. I'm sure I would have too." We had three babysitters, and Samantha really never did it for money. Mostly she was there to talk to me. I never really considered her a babysitter as I thought she was more my friend. Okay now, are you finished with the inquisition?" Inquisition? Oh... I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean to be so insistent. It's just that....