Her husband was at work and so were our parents, so once again we were all alone except for my little nephew and he sure couldn't say anything yet."He... Joey, what's up?" She asked as I entered her bedroom."Hey Sue, I didn't know you were busy...I can talk to you when you're done." I was a little nervous because we had never talked about our sexual thing from a few days before and it was the only thing I ever thought about anymore."It's fine silly, come on in and close the door. Would you like. It had been a wedding gift from my grandmother, not quite an heirloom but she had got it from her mother. You coulda parked a forklift on that table and not stressed it much. We cut for the deal and Ray won. We played a couple of hands, shooting the shit about jobs and general contractors, when Sean produced a lid of Sinsie and rolled a joint. I lost both hands, and grumbled about the deal like a seasoned player. Then the phone rang. I jumped up and went into the kitchen to answer it. It was. Not much could be determined from it, and she reported this as two men carried a black bag with the remains inside of it right past the camera. A crowd of curious onlookers had gathered around hoping to catch a glimpse of what had been left of a person, without a name or a back story.I don't know why I thought of the two men I'd fucked during that summer but they'd flashed in front of me and the memories flowed back."I wonder who it is," Shelia said, "just when you thought you'd seen. You are not old enough to play with my toys and my game." Mr. W began putting the items back into the box thinking he had gone far enough; any further and he could wind up in jail if it were every found out. "We arr 'Big Girls' and old 'nough to know what we want to play," the three spoke loudly in slurred words as the toll of the chocolate and Kailua caught up with them. "You teach us to play, right?" Looking around at each other, all nodded together 'Yes'."Teach you?" Mr. W stammered out,.