“Mike hit his head on the bottom of the top bunk, and gashed his forehead pretty good. When he cried out, I came around to see what was wrong. I saw...this t-shirt on the floor, and figured it was the best option to stop the bleeding.”“Oh goodness, Mike, are you alright?” my mom asked as she finally saw the bloody t-shirt and my bloody face and hands. “Here, Dear, let me in there so I can take a look at that cut,” she then said to Lynette, who quickly scooted back and stood up to walk around my. " Really? The Honeymoon Suite?" repeated Paula. "They're certainly enjoying the honeymoon without what used to be the required first step. Imagine if you or I had tried to spend a week or two with a man in the Honeymoon Suite back when we graduated high school." The impression I get from Mom is that she'd be fine with it, if Steve was the man. She's totally on his side. She likes our husbands a lot, but she absolutely loves Steve, much like every other woman in the family when you think about. The first thing she noticed was the keyhole. The keyhole looked like it was from a house built long before deadbolt locks and such, back when keyholes were something one could look through. By forcing the knot tying the blindfold up over her head, she was able to get it off of her eyes, although it was still knotted in her hair.Now she could see a gap at the bottom of the door. She knelt down to see if her abductor or anyone was there, but something was in the way. They were clown shoes, just. ” He said, ‘wait let me help you get down. I don’t want you getting hurt.’ I agreed to it. He came in front on me and without hesitating held me by my waist, and told me to get down now. As I got down he helped me get down but also deliberately moved his hands up to touch my boobs. Again it was the shiver and my deep breathing that gave him hopes. As I was walking towards the hall, he hugged me from behind and hugged me very tight. This was much unexpected and I tried to get free from his.