I finally wondered what would have happened if we had been dragged into the locker room.”“And what did you want to happen?”She paused again, the... said, “I…I kept thinking that…that I wanted them to screw me.”“Wanted who to screw you, Sara?”“All of them. But…but it was…more than that. I wanted them to do anything they wanted to me. That I would be helpless to resist, that I had to say yes to anything they wanted to do to me.“I guess that was the first time I ever thought about being a…what. It becomes half erect as he does so. He sees that we are all watching him."Fraid I will probably not be able to cum today." He says."Really Tom. Why is that?" Roger asks, in a resigned way as if responding to a dialogue that he has been expected to give. Tom sits on the sofa, legs apart."I was on the common yesterday." He says."Daddy! I do wish you wouldn't do that." I needed some air." Roger looks at me and says, "Tom insists on visiting the common to meet up with gays." I was sitting in my. I remembered, with apprehension, the reference to shopsand shopping, and wondered just what she had in mind.And so it was that, although the feeling of peace and contentment fromthe previous evenings surfaced again that Sunday night, I went to bedaccompanied by inchoate concerns about the future.++++++I suppose I shouldn't have hoped that the change in atmosphere over theweekend would last into the following week. On Monday, my relationswith grandma returned to their previous pattern: little. If the RPMs got too high, the generator would shut down and a heavy-duty braking system would stop the shaft from turning. The propeller blades would feather, hopefully before there was a system over-speed that caused damage. With the big arctic storms, there could be several days when the wind generators had to be shut down and the solar panels didn’t produce any current. More than once, we were glad we had the wood stove.The cabin was weather stripped and insulated much better than most.