"Shame on you, Kenny!" said my mom, putting her hands on her hips. "I thought you were the boy who believes in dragons. I thought you spent most of yo...r time in a fantasy world. You of all people should be able to recognize that you're living in a fairy tale."I stared at her, not understanding what she was talking about, so she continued."You're a brave hero, and she's a beautiful princess. It doesn't matter that those are just made-up characters in your world. What matters is that they're who. That’s Sharon. She used to baby-sit for Barry a coupla years ago. Well -- for both of us -- but Barry was too young to leave alone.”“And you say you are getting too old to skinny dip!”“She doesn’t know you see her. She would be mad if she knew -- me too, but maybe not as much. Maybe more, ‘cause I know her.”“Well, Ted sure sees her.”“I don’t know why she doesn’t mind that. I don’t think they’d like it if they knew we saw them. Just as it’s one thing for you to know that I disobeyed and. He would spend hours arranging the boxes by brand and even though he could not yet read, he noticed similar numbers and letters on the ends of the boxes, especially the number 10 1/2 which he later learned was the size of stockings worn by his mother. Billy's mother did not seem the least concerned with his interest in her boxes of stockings. In fact, she encouraged him to play with them because it kept him occupied so should could completed her household chores.What Billy enjoyed even more. ." She was staring at his groin again. The inference was clear, and yet she didn't seem ... passionate ... about it. It was more like she was simply curious, and for reasons he couldn't fathom it made him feel less like he was about to see a train wreck."You just want to touch it," he breathed. "That's all ... right?"She nodded, never breaking her gaze.He had to concentrate on making his fingers loosen their grip. He was mildly astonished to see the stark white imprint of his fingers fill.