I squirmed in my chair and flicked the label on the body of the beer bottle, picking at it with my thumbnail. ‘Uh, well, I’d treat you nicely,’ ... mumbled. Hazel snorted. ‘Nicely, Carl? What do you mean by nicely?’ How had I managed to get myself into this? All I’d wanted was to make my aunt feel better, I’d been doing my best to comfort her during an emotional crisis, but suddenly found myself caught in the glare of the spotlight. A great bubble of discomfort, hollow and achy formed in my. “I’m err… I’m” Sharon didn’t know what to say“This is Sharon, she is a friend who kindly helped me over here Wendy” Harry voice came from behind Sharon and she sighed with relief.“Oh dad, I didn’t know you were here” Wendy said with a smile “I’m sorry you just startled me, its not every day I walk in to find a strange young person in my house” she said to Sharon who smiled and said it was her fault and no harm was done. Her heart was beating so fast, here she was talking to the daughter of the. Amanda climbed off me and walked around the bed to examine it. She licked her finger before touching it as if testing a hot iron but it didn't hiss so she stroked it carefully. "Ah, we've definitely recharged it" she said, "but its not too hot now. Come on." She poked her finger into the hole and so did I from the other side. Suddenly, without any flash or shock or even a drumroll, I was standing by the bed looking down at the new Tom. He grabbed his now flaccid cock saying, "Hello, Mr Willy,. She just knew Mrs. Hanson had to have been a great mom. She probably read stories to the boys when they were little. She bet Mrs. Hanson would have read stories to her too. That would have been so great, a real mom. She slapped herself back to reality. That never happened. Thirsty, she thought she’d find the kitchen, maybe get a drink of water. She walked through the dining room. Somehow she knew where everything was, where everything was supposed to be. As she slipped through the dining room.