Well, I think it was a different room, even though he had a worse view’. ‘Don’t you know why?’ I said. Sarah looked puzzled. I said ‘It’s ...bvious. They didn’t want to masturbate in front of each other’. Sarah put her hand up to her mouth and looked almost shocked. ‘Do you really think that’s what they were doing? That’s a first for me, having two men jerking themselves off looking at my body. They were watching all the time we were having sex, too. I wonder when they ejaculated. That is so sexy. Just don’t tell Charlie, not because he would mind, but only because he would be embarrassed that he didn’t give you that gift yet.”With all our laughing and chuckling and not really say anything out loud our driver, Tom Gregory, asked, “I take it all of you guys can communicate telepathically?”Jeremy said, “Hasn’t Charlie given that ability to you?”Tom chuckled, “I had it for a while and then one-day last summer, when they were on their trip out West, I suddenly lost it. I used to be able to. We both walked to his house which was just inside the graveyard. He said he lived here in his ancestral cottage which was built during the British Era. I felt it kinda weird. His place looked quite beautiful from inside. Built in a complete British Gothic Style. I felt I was back in the Past as I walked in with him. It was all lit up with lanterns and fired woods. He gave me a towel to wipe my body which was a bit drenched in rain water. He then insisted me to have dinner with him. His 90 Year. He may as well plunge a knife right into her."Here, darling." Bette Jean sat on the couch and handed Gary a glass. "Drink this... it'll burn... but it will help a little... I hope..." Helpless tears ran down her face again, silent and despairing."Wh-What is it?" He raised up a little."It's brandy. This is an emergency, darling... otherwise you know Mother would never give you alcohol at your age... drink it down. In this case, it's medicine." Bette Jean drank her own and felt the fiery liquid.