A figure brushes against your back, you look up to see Bobby, holding a bloody knife, grinning down at his handiwork… Rick stands beside him, holdin... a tray of tools, a thin line of drool dripping unnoticed onto the tray… You stumble backwards, tripping on the body. They smile at you, inviting you to join them in the feast… You scream, jumping to your feet, running… It seems like hours, though perhaps it is only a second that you are running, then suddenly, as you are watching over your. As it dawned on Becky what this represented, her eyes filled with tears.Amelia hugged her."Did you draw this today Amelia ... at your new desk?"Her green eyes were very serious."No ... I had a dream at home ... mommy told me she loved me and missed me, but since she couldn't be there to take care of me and daddy, I needed to help her find us a new mommy. She said there was someone who loved daddy a lot and I had to help him find her. So when I woke up I drew this picture so I'd remember what. More than enough stuff to disguise two nude bike riders. To disguise a mother and her son.It was just after eleven at night when I finally got home. I'd been in my room for only about five minutes before mom appeared in my doorway. She found me sitting at my desk facing my computer. All I had on were a pair of boxer shorts. I'd been waiting for her. I'd already started up my laptop and opened the home page of the Onancock Nudist Society.Mom didn't knock before entering my room. "I want to talk. It had been a slow night. I'll call him Sam since his name escapes me. So Sam says to Sandra sure come on over. He gave us the address. Some apartment complex on the north side. Off we go to Sam's place. We stopped and changed at Sandra's place to change but got over to Sam's a little after midnight. It was a small place but had a large living room with very nice furnishings. Sam had music playing and wasted no time in fixing us some drinks. We talked and laughed. Eventually Sam brought out.