” I remember looking at him and seeing that he hadanother hard on; I thought if I freed him he would fuckme too. Nothing seemed to register righ... in my mind.Then Timmy’s voice again, “Jenny; for gods sake undothis wire before they come back!” This quickly clearedmy mind, I got up and went to Timmy; I saw his dick andstopped. “You bastard; your dicks stiff again; youfucking pervert you did enjoy watching them stuffing medidn’t you?” Timmy tried to plead. She was jittery from the move, and still in mourning. It made sense. It all made sense. As she went downstairs, she did not admit to herself that she was going to the bedroom to check the closet for evidence of a secret door. Such a door would, of course, spoil all of her neat explanations. She also did not acknowledge that piano music was audible all through the house, and was obviously coming from the storage room, once the music room, the very room where Phillip had confronted the Phantom in. So ... you ask why we didn't move on?The October storm that mauled Chicago?It went through Hibbing first.Don't even think about driving ... think cross-country skis for the family. Think frosty noses and purple fingers. Think ice hockey and sledding, snowmen and snowballs, and cuddling by the fire ... for six months. Think north of Duluth ... think of the three barbed wire fences between Hibbing and the North Pole.Yeah ... that's us.Residents.Monday, the wife and I gussied up and took the kids. GOD." I look up and the man standing in my bedroom is none other than...my father. Oh shit. Oh shit. "What the....HELL are you doing? he asks, raising his voice with each syllable. "Me? What are YOU doing? Running around on Mom? What's going on?" He just stands still without moving a muscle. Then he seems to collapse and he shuffles over to my big chair and sits down heavily. "Well, I guess you can figure out things aren't so good at home, right?" he asks with a pained look. "Um, yeah, I got.