The best view is from the middle of the couch. Why don’t you sit there?” I watched a ballgame for maybe a half hour when I heard Rachel call from...the hall. “G, we have a surprise for you but you have to close your eyes. And keep them closed until we tell you to open them, OK?” “OK, Rachel, I’ll play along,” I replied and closed my eyes tightly. Suddenly I heard noises—drapes being drawn, something on the floor in front of me, and I thought, furniture moving –maybe the coffee table in front of. But we didn't do anything else, together. Aunt Karen, who seemed pretty pensive, sent me to take a shower in the master suite while she bathed, alone, in the second bathroom.I was pretty bummed, when I got out of the shower. Up until then, even though we had been forced to do things that were way beyond anything we would ever have considered, both Mom and Aunt Karen had seemed to be pretty much okay with it, or at least able to act like they were, which made it okay for me, too. Hell, to be. "Stop!" Rick yelled. He lunged toward Roger."Careful!" Brenda cried.Rick grabbed Roger's forearm and wrestled him for the tablet. "Give me that!"The two grappled. Then Rick heard a loud pop and felt a sharp blow to his stomach, followed by searing pain. "Oooof," he exclaimed as he fell to his knees. He reached for his belly and saw blood. A gray haze formed at the periphery of his vision and spread inward.Rick opened his eyes to an unfamiliar room. He could hear the beeping of a heart monitor.. But when we bid adieu at the bus stop, I doubted she’d even had awareness where our arms had wandered.Not much thereafter, I went to Ellen’s house to prepare for the geography examination, and in her her room she without a thought exchanged her school blouse for a striped pullover of American fit.What I noticed was her bra of American design. Its lacing finer, its straps appearing more comfortable and its cups more rounded than that mauufactured natioally. I could identify her nipples, more.