Then she smiles wickedly and turning toward me again, bends to scratch at her knee through her dress, showing me her rounded breasts dangling like fru...t ripe for the plucking. Cant see the nipples, too dark, but I imagine them full and erect ready for stroking, sucking and gentle tugging. She turns back to the conversation and I continue to move about the room. Chatting and talking taking in the atmosphere. It is a fine evening stars are out in force and the moon hangs lightly covered in a. I made a face; the one Gary Coleman made on Different Strokes.I asked, "What you talkin' about, Willis?"Maeve reached into the middle drawer of her nightstand and took something out. She drew it over her head and turned to me. There was something hanging on a chain between her very lovely, naked breasts."I'm FBI," she insisted when I didn't comment.I had been focusing on her breasts. Hanging between them was her FBI identification."Oh."Why was she telling me? Have I done something that removed. They all looked like toddlers and there were no boys! I was aboutto change the program when suddenly the TV started shaking and the roomseemed to be spinning around. I hung to the sofa as my legs were suddenlyin the air. I screamed as I thought it was a hurricane outside. I wasbeing sucked from the sofa more and more, and one by one, my fingerscould not hold on. I was then flying through the air and I found myselfbeing sucked into the TV. I landed on my bum and looked around. It was anempty. It had begun to snow. The first snow of the year. You could see across the valley to the campus on the opposite hill. You could see it in the yard and bushes below. Snow. You turned back to me. I was smiling at you. ‘Daddy, whose room was this?’ You saw the shock on my face. How foolish of me. Of course you would want to know. It was an innocent, natural question. I had been so wrapped up in us that I hadn’t thought that far. Without thinking, I lifted my had to my brow. I must have looked.