Not far from where the woods were, was a house. It was a house on top of a hill that overlooked the road from its front entrance and the woods from it... backyard.The house was the residence of a woman named Sheryl Lodge, a widow who lived alone with her son Damon. Sheryl lodge was an attractiveInside the house' living room was Damon, playing and running around with his school, friends. Their names were Sam, Pete, John and Dave. All the boys were 14, good friends and roughly ranging from 5'2 to. ” She whispered, “This is something a man and wife NEVER do if they care about their marriage and family.”I gulped, I knew what divorce was, several of my friends parents divorced because, “Dad was screwing around.” I had no idea what that meant when they told me so now I looked at Char, “does that mean Dad has been screwing around.” I saw Char hold back a smile.“You must have heard that phrase from friends; yes that is what it is called.” She said dabbing a tear from her eye. “But you need to. I just wish I had a backup for my backup. It would sure make me feel better," Mrs. Jones sighed nervously. ********************* Jeff watched as the last girl hurried away. The excitement had been building up inside his gut since he had staked out the place almost a half-hour ago. Checking to make sure no one was watching, he ducked into the girls' costume room and made sure it was empty. Yes, everyone was gone -- his moment had come. For months the teenager had waited for this opportunity --. She is not expecting anyone nor would anyone usually arrive entirely unannounced. Covering herself in a thickly knitted long jumper, she creeps to the window and peers out into the darkness to see a tall figure at the door. As if sensing eyes upon him, he turns and reveals a handsome face partially concealed by the shadows. She wonders if she tricks herself into seeing the flicker of a smile cross his lips but is certain that he knows she is watching. There is considerable wind howling outside.