She kicked off her shoes and sat down on the edge, motioning me to sit down beside her. She put her hand on my arm, and said, "Steve, you're setting m... on fire! I've never felt this way with a man before in my life."I took her hand, raised it to my lips and kissed it, then said, "Sandy, Sandy, Sandy! It's definitely working both ways. You are so lovely, so wonderful, and I don't want to do anything to scare you or put you off. Let's just hug and hold each other for a while."I reached over to. I went back to the bedroom and put everything back in the bag, before putting it on a high shelf, behind two shoe boxes. I had it hidden all the way in the very back part of my closet. After I checked on the three children, I climbed in bed, getting in on my side, and moving a still sleeping Shirley closer to the middle of the bed. She turned over on her side so her back was to me, and then put an arm over Joyce's waist. I spooned in behind her and went to sleep.In the morning, I woke up. But, then I thought we could just have a quick drink at your spot.” “That’ll work,” she mused. “What do you have?” Corbin pulled out a one-liter bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin. “The good stuff,” Lana remarked. Corbin offered, “Yeah. My drink of choice. All the rest of that shit is just gasoline.” Lana laughed. “Do you mind if I grab some clothes to change in to from my car,” Corbin asked. Lana replied, “Not at all.” “You can go ahead and pour us up a drink.” “I don’t have any mixers.” “Here you. And the Basadone, magical beings known to steal kisses with a passing breeze. As they giggled, Mama looked up and saw Papa staring at her from across the room. The light from the fire flickered to reveal his worn, leathery skin, with deep lines from his eyes each telling a story. His hair was white and covered only the back half of his head. Suspenders framed a chest of wide girth and a round belly. He rose from his chair and reached to the mantle. Finding his pipe, he filled it with a special.