"You are serious? You imagined me fucking all of them?" and I said yes."Just out of curiosity, which one did I enjoy the most?"The question caught me ...ompletely off guard and I didn't really have an answer. I remembered one very slow dance she did with Harry and they had been real close to each other and so I said, "It was Harry."Sally was quiet for the rest of the way home. Once in bed she asked, "Have you had too much to drink tonight, or can you make love to me?"I gave her my standard answer. Mornings, she began to run with me. It was hard for her at first, but she quickly caught up and soon was running further and faster than me.At weekends, Jessica joined us and if the weather looked good, we sailed, often with Donna. We sailed to Pin Mill on the Orwell (setting of Ransome's 'We Didn't Mean to Go to Sea') and one long weekend we re- enacted that story with a passage to Flushing. We visited the Walton Backwaters ("Secret Water"). We sailed up the Colne and listened to a Nightingale. "Once again Tom was unable to say no and at the same time he wasaccompanied by a pleasant feeling of relaxation and calmness. FollowingAlice's "orders" was becoming more and more pleasant and then in the endgoing to a beauty spa was a chance to see her in a revealing outfitperhaps or maybe something kinky could happen too.Therefore they agreed to meet each other the next day directly at thespa. Tom went home, sat at the computer for a moment, and found astrange email from Alice advising him on. She would not let him feel any different than would be normal between different children – not inferior, nor superior. Caleb blossomed.Caleb’s three preferred playmates were almost constant companions. Together, they played, they napped, they explored, they fought, they shared, and they grew. Carefully monitored, the growing toddlers were allowed to open Caleb’s shell, a privilege offered to no other young child, to touch, stroke, and even kiss. (Remember, no germs.)As Caleb grew, his mobility.