“Dad ... come on ... we want to get the mirror in my room.”“Huh ... ok ... ok. I’m up. Go down and get some breakfast and I’ll be down.”Th... girls hurried downstairs. Tom looked at his clock. “7:30 am? You have got to be kidding.” Tom got up and got dressed. Looking himself in the mirror, wondering if last night was a dream, he half hardily said “Tom? Are you there?”Immediately his image spoke “Yes Tom, it’s me. You look a little startled.”“Oh ... still trying to wrap my mind around this, I. "I'd have thought you'd want to go there right away. See if there's a way home."Nona shook her head again."Too soon. Something about this isn't right. It's too ... I don't know. If nothing else, I don't want to be surrounded by a hundred or more cult members eager to mate with our three studs here." That's why I vote no for now," Chuck added. "We have the kids to consider. After they're all born, maybe. There's time." Dad was getting old," Melinda said, sadness in her voice. "The longer we wait. His hands were wandering too, groping at me through my clothes. What did he think he was doing? Was he drunk already? Paul was never shy of showing affection to me publicly, but this was different, altogether different. The bulge in his jeans, now pushing into my leg, was testament to that fact! I searched his face and then whispered into his ear "Not in front of Mike, baby" and to my surprise, Paul grinned like a cheshire cat and loudly stated "Hey, Mike doesn't mind - I'm sure it's nothing he. He put his briefcase containing the foreclosure papers down on the cracked stoop. He pressed his ear to the chipped paint on the door and pushed the bell again. There was no sound from within the house. He gave up on the doorbell and knocked on the door's warped wood. The force of his fist opened the door a crack. "Hello?" he called out. "Is anyone home?"He reached out and gently pushed the door open further. He stuck his head inside the house. "Hello? Ms. Franklin? Are you here?"Peter picked.