Somehow she captured the excitement, the thrill of the moment. Some were of people just sitting or standing but there was no question what they were t...inking. A woman was standing at the end of a bed, in the process for undressing for her lover. Another was of a couple lying in bed just holding each other but you could feel the sexual tension between them.There were sculptures too. I continued to flip through images but was completely unprepared for the last one. It was a painting of Crissy.. If I answered her greeting in a surly manner, she would simply ask, “Everything all right, Richard?” Often, if there was something on my mind, it was Catherine I would tell, and her advice was that which I was most likely to follow. A significant contribution Catherine made to my life at this time was concerned with my future. I have already commented on the history books that abounded in her house. I learned that she was a history graduate from university, and she had continued her interest. Don't worry, just let me know what's going on with you,” I said, trying to provide as much support as I could to my best friend. Amelia choked down some of the water and then continued, “it's not just me. This is about you too...” Her ominous and confusing inclusion of me into the situation didn't make sense. I struggled to understand how anything could possibly involve me as well, until Amelia finally found her voice and continued. “I walked in on Justin and Megan having sex in the weight. Now at 21, she knew things would be different. It would be different with her twins. She would see to that, she had decided. One of the many reasons why she had left with her few belongings, packed into the trunk. With room to spare. Brenda then realized that it was quiet. Too quiet. She opened the car door and stepped out and listened. Nothing. No birds. No wind. ‘How odd,’ she muttered as she slowly looked around. Everything was so still. Then, as she looked over the roof of the car, she saw.