Beside him, his beautiful, eight month pregnant wife Jennifer, leaned back in the bucket seat, eyes closed absorbing the warmth from the late October ...sun. In the back, their one year old daughter, tucked into her car seat, slept quietly as she usually did moments after beginning their drive. ‘It doesn’t get any better than this,’ thought Mike as he approached the intersection up ahead. A truck was in the left turn lane, waiting for the oncoming traffic to pass. The light was green and the road. ? This completely baffles andboggles scientific minds both far and wide.?Because she never fatigues in a true sense, she never actuallysleeps.? I have attempted several times toget her to fall asleep, either through hypnosis commands, Master/Slave orders,and even sleeping pills?none of which have any affect.? Out of respect for my sense of privacy, shehas promised to pretend to sleep at night by closing her eyes and stay quiet formany hours at a time. Secondly, because of her constant. He just likes animals more than he likes people.I think that's mostly his ex-wife's fault.He also likes little girls who like animals, which sounds pretty weird, and maybe it is, but I can almost understand it in a way. Little girls and animals have a lot in common. But I also think that has to do with why his wife moved so far away. She doesn't particular like animals from what I understand.Anyway, he was standing there in his bathrobe and boxers, looking at me and smiling, which I thought was. We chased fireflies for awhile and then the two older girls Mary Jane and Carla started kidding about playing a kissing game. The eighth graders were two years older than me, fifteen. They were very experienced from my viewpoint. I was still protesting against kissing girls, at least officially. Unofficially I was curious. But I protested and pretended to run away from the girls. I let them catch me and the led me to the steps at the back of Carla's house.We talked in hushed tones and they.