It had always been just her and her mom, ever since her father had walked out when she was a newborn. Would she be fenced in suddenly? With a family, ...ould she not get the private time that she’d come to love? Damn, I hope I can maintain my privacy. Her eyes opened wide and she froze for several long moments. Two bathrooms, was all she kept thinking, and the big one belongs to Mom and Quentin, leaving me and Diondre to share the small one up the hall. Great. She shook her head and turned as her. There wasn't anyway that I was going to be able to watch all seven of the rest before John and Wanda got home so I got busy and copied them and set them aside so I could watch them at my leisure. I'd made a diagram when I'd taken the stuff so I went back and put every thing back just the way I found it. I'd never be able to look at Wanda again without getting an immediate hard on and it wouldn't matter if she was in a ratty old bathrobe and with her hair in curlers.By the time John and Wanda. They hugged again. Angel noticed she was doing more of that since the change. Her mother told her she was proud of the recognition Angel would be getting at the meeting that evening. She also mentioned that she missed having her daughter around. Finally, she admitted that she was afraid for Angel, with all the talk of kidnappings and attacks.Angel responded that she was afraid for her parents as well. She promised to be very careful as long as her parents would make the same promise. That. I rolled up my trousers and followed him into the bright sparkly mass that hurt my eyes to look at. Maxie's words rang in my ears, for all I wanted, he may as well have been king. We splashed in a sea cold as ice, but Maxie's laugh was big and warm, like a giant fluffy towel. When we were both nearly soaked we waded back to the beach, grabbed our stuff and collapsed on the green, or feet on the pebbles of the beach."I can't believe we're really here. For the last few months I have only pictured.