Julian shifted over and spread his legs, and Harper knelt in front of him.I could only see Harper’s broad smooth back and her curly hair, but the wa... she bobbed her head and the way Julian had his head thrown back told me everything I needed to know.Our children were having sex. Well, not “our” children in the literal sense. Harper is my child with Sarah. Julian is Fredericka’s son, father unknown. Harper and Julian are not brother and sister.I wondered whether they were having intercourse.. The first magazine had no cover. I turned to the title page. In a lowercorner was a picture of four girls in leather. Below it was thecaption:ON THE COVER... Punk rock, female style, with those weird chicks from"Bitchin' Heat". They're hot all right, but are they carrying Bizarretoo farre??? Check out the story on Page 47I turned to page 47. It, and the following three pages were allmissing.The second magazine was missing the entire middle eight pages. I turnedto the table of. This was particularly amusing because Benton County has the lowest church attendance rate (25%) of all the counties in America. I'm not sure why attendance rose leading up to the referendum, but religious people are by definition irrational, so who can guess what they're 'thinking'.[[I was curious about this so I just researched it, finding out that although religious people may be irrational, the church bosses can be very rational indeed. Attendance hadn't risen. That false impression had been. Yes, the days were spent sightseeing, but the nights were spent making love. Okay, so were the mornings and some of the afternoons, too. We were honeymooners. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.We disembarked the ship in Budapest, an incredible city, and boarded a train that would take us to Montenegro. Sergei picked us up at the station and drove us to Budva where we stayed in a beautiful suite hotel right on the beach. The temperature was in the low seventies so it was comfortable.