A very old book. When I touched it there was something akin to an electric spark. I jumped back 10 feet!Intrigued and more than a little scared but in...anely curious I grabbed the box and left. When I got back to my hotel room I very carefully opened the box. Wearing rubber gloves I took the old thing out of it's container. Being a rational man I thought the spark was just some form of static electricity. There was a dryness about the paper and the leather cover. I was not prepared for what. "I'm not staying here another minute to be insulted by those brats. God, I've waited years to get away from them, and you too as well, Ben. All I can say is have a good life."Watching her go up to her room to pack, I contemplated living without her. Hey, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Joan never looked at me when she struggled past me with her two suitcases. Before she was out of hearing, "Hey kids you can come out now. Your loving mother has left." I heard Joan's car door slam and. ..how sweet. I've never had a guy tell me he wanted to spread my legs and mount me. And that pet name, bitch, I've never been so: repulsed! What's the matter with you? That's exactly why you will never get me, or any girl like me. Women with decency and class don't respond positively to your c***dish disgusting advances."At this point I was proud of Jen for ripping into Dwayne and his immature bullshit. I was kind of gettin concerned with the tone of the conversation. If it wasn't for the. He smiled at her, then said to Tony, "Will you do the honors, nephew?" Sure," the youth eagerly replied. He worked quickly with a corkscrew, opening one of the bottles, and deftly poured some of the bubbling liquid into three long-stemmed glasses. Bette, watching him, was filled with a glowing pride at the sure movements of his hands--the movements of a man--and she was struck then with a terrible sense of loss for not being there to watch her son, her own flesh and blood, grow from a boy into.