" We kissed, then and there. It was my first kiss, and very romantic, too, despite the oddity. Neither Lana nor I returned to the dance that night; in...tead, we discussed things, and she told me some of the secrets of life as the fair sex. About midnight, we walked home under the stars. I dropped Lana off at her house, and returned to my old place.Ma and Pa didn't recognize me at first, but when I told them stuff about their lives only they and I knew, they realized what had happened. "Clark?". Maybe events would not have evolved as they did if another couple had lived in the house, though I suspect not. Or maybe it would have happened no matter where the Maxwell's lived, though again, I suspect not. By outward appearances they were a happy family. But they did have flaws, and maybe it was upon these flaws the house preyed. If it did.Dante was a big, strong man who did delicate work with his hands. While his body was strong, perhaps he had a susceptible mind. He grew up in a western. I assumed that she had been dismissed because they wanted to talk to me in private. Dad took a seat at the table and when he saw that I was still standing, he said in a stern voice, "Sit down."He started by saying, "Mike, you know your behavior was unacceptable."Before he could continue, I interrupted, "I know spending the night with Amy was unacceptable to you and especially to Mom. I can imagine a few other people who would find it unacceptable too. But I don't care. I didn't hurt anyone and. She was way too old to notice me, though she was still dark-haired and neat and tidy, and she had that headmistress type of strict bossiness that drew me.And because she was so much older, and Mum’s friend, my thoughts were totally inappropriate.My thoughts. They were whirling round in my head like the images on my ceiling were rearranging themselves.A fantasy started to form, a kind of wishful thinking, allowing my imagination free rein. The naughty side of my imagination. *I knew that Brenda.