It was a big milestone for my adventures and I. It was the signaling of my entry into adulthood and thus more freedom. As the festivities got over, it...was already pretty late. So, my parents wished me one last time and went to bed. I still kept getting calls from friends and so not to disturb my parents, I went to the terrace of my apartment.As the calls slowly stopped, I just stood there enjoying the cool breeze and lost in my thoughts when an idea popped in my head. I looked around to make. At first, I thought my mom's screams were of pain, but when I began to hear her asking him for more, I knew that she was alright. Still, I was very curious, though I was too afraid to ask either of them what I was hearing.One night, about six months after these almost-nightly-bouts begun, they left their door partially open. It was quite late and I had been asleep, so I guess they thought they were safe. Instead, I awoke to go to the bathroom and immediately heard mom. When I saw that their. . although one of them had a note pinned to the door.“For Sale?” Call Jo at 6o7-2929. Eaton’s Ranch.“Jo?”“Karen Post.”“You left a note pinned to one of my tipis.”“Yes.”“Make me an offer.”“Fifteen hundred? Yes ma’am. For that I’ll deliver. Eaton’s Ranch?”I took the pinned one down, loaded it on the Dodge and took off. Wolf Creek south to Soldier Creek west to the Wye with Beckton Road. Beckton sorta south to the Tee with Eaton’s Ranch Road. Turn right. Half way down ... or up ... Eaton’s Road,. The Sister stood before her Mother Superior with her head bowed in shame so far that her Swiss wimple threatened to fall off. The Reverend Mother thought she was the very picture of abject disgrace. A memory of the naked body of the Sister before her floated in her mind. It had only been a brief glimpse before the two miscreants reacted to her presence, but it presented a picture of plump breasts, sparse hair on her belly which was glistening with the outpourings of her shuddering, rosy skin on.