You were the one who found that statue" Simmons looked thoughtful, rubbing a hand over his white beard, then he said "A very......difficult....story t... believe" Larry gasped in disappointment, but Simmons held up a hand, "But I never said that I didn't believe you." Calmly, Simmons started to ask Larry a series of questions, some of which were personal, some of which weren't. Not all of them were ones that Larry could answer either. Finally, Dr. Simmons brought the questions to a halt and. His legs above the knees were red, raw and scratched. By day's end there would be deep scratches, some bleeding, and his blue jeans would be ruined. He was earning a dollar an hour. When his step-father's debt was paid, Graydon would have nothing left for his own.Blessed noon arrived, and Graydon and the others retired to the shade outside the hay shed for sack lunches and rest. He really didn't mind the work; he was growing more muscle and his lean, lanky frame seemed to have unusual. I thought they would never leave,” Leslie confessed.“I’ve been waiting for this all evening also, lover. Now we can finally be alone and we don’t have to be quiet about it either.” Julia grinned as she turned on the porch light and took Leslie’s hand in hers, leading her towards the bedroom.“Sweetie, why don’t you put your clothes in the spare bedroom. I’ll meet you in bed,” Julia instructed her lover.Leslie nodded in agreement. She was finally going to get Julia alone and for at least a couple. ’ His wrist snapped forwards. His mother fell to the floor with a look of stunned stupidity on her face. And just as he had expected, another big jolt, and he was back at the beginning, staring at his mothers tear streaked smiling face. But he didn’t cry this time, he smiled up at her knowingly. He knew the game now. And this boy could play. ———————————– The stairwell was dark, at least at first. Her eyes began to adjust a bit as they descended, and she noticed that there were lights further.