They both had more questions for Rob - about how he felt, what he wasthinking, what the doctors said.In a way, it was kind of fun for Jason. For once...he felt like theycould talk to his Dad as an equal. There wasn't a feeling he wouldcorrect him or judge him. He was just another kid.Rob, too, felt a closeness to both of them he'd not felt in years.Jen, for the first time, didn't seem mysterious to him, she madeperfect sense. With Jason, he also felt more comfortable. They'dalways been. My mother was a housewife and was very energetic.In my college I was surrounded by friends who were of the same age and all of them were conscious of themselves. We would joke, tease each other commenting on sexual organs of boys and sex in general. I had boobs which were not big size but they were erect and one could sense the size when I wore T-shirts of low neckline. My hips were big and the bums swayed seductively when I walked.Even though it was not intentionally. My friends teased me. He gestured with his hand that my company was not welcome. I never really paid any mind to his solidarity because in a way I understood it. I had hellish thoughts that enveloped my consciousness, but a man ought to bury those sins deep in his heart and forget them as father would have said. Later that day, Katherine was out in our back room bathing. I was lying on my bed reading Dostoyevsky, completely hypnotized by his literary cunning, until I heard my mother screech. It was faint and. Again, he felt a surge of anger, as he pictured the invalid old man fondling, and doing God-knows-what-else, with the innocent-looking teenager standing before him.He explained the purpose of his visit, and she invited him inside with a friendly smile. The girl was dressed in a short bathrobe, and her face and legs looked damp.She probably was taking a shower when I rang the bell, Officer Hindenbaum thought to himself. Cindy smiled at him sweetly, and invited him to take a seat on the couch.She.