His mother was on the bed beside the window. She had shadows under her eyes and her hair was matted and ruffled, but when she smiled she looked like a... angel. The boy climbed onto the bed and huddled in her arms. She had lost weight, and was not as soft as before, her hands pale and thin, her fingers moving nervously. But that was his mother, no doubt.His eyes then lingered on mom Emmy ‘s legs. They stuck up, straight and slightly apart, and to the pads on which they were propped were attached. “Hey, was just wondering if you were busy this weekend?” It was from my good friend Christina, her and I had become really close over the past year after my sister and her stopped hanging out too much. She was one of the only girls that I didn't mind having over my house because she wasn't one of the annoying ones. For only 14 she was also turning into a pretty attractive girl. She was a skinny little thing with a cute face, beautiful brown hair, and a pair of gorgeous eyes. Along with that. On the way I ran into a guy ( Paul)that was staying a few campsites over from ours. We had said hello a few times so we chatted a bit on the way to the bath house. Paul was about 70, in good shape, and was camping alone. Upon getting there, he went in one shower, and I into one a few doors away. After a minute or 2 there was a knock on my door. It was Paul, he forgot his shampoo and asked to borrow mine. Im not sure how or why, but we both knew that we were interested in each other. He was. He turned his wrinkled face and smiled in delight.“Benjamin!” He greeted, “thank god you’re here!”“Morning Mr Daniels,” Ben took stock of all the boxes, and all scrap metal and machine parts that littered the cramped garage. “What uh, what do you need help with exactly?”The old man waved a dismissive hand at the chaos around him. “I’m working on a brand new project and I need all of this cleared away.”“What is,” Ben gestured to the boxes, “ all of this?”“Prototypes, failed experiments…junk, in.