I saw thatthe pancakes my mother made were almost touching my brothers plate. Iknow it's my job to serve the food, but it was right there. I shouldjus... be happy that I have a use."Bobbie I've decided not to have wear your girlie gear until we get backfrom our little vacation," my mother said."Thank you mother," I said."I need you to get things packed," she said. "I don't want you to moveeven slower than normal."My brother and sister laughed."Yes mam," I said as I poured my brother some orange. The rain still wet the window, the garden looked the same grey green and dull day, but me I could have walked on the garden pond so high was I. I knew I had found the best high I would ever find, and tomorrow he would be coming again or was that me... Wednesday, Steve called as usual, we screwed, it was lacking something, we both knew it, he left at his usual time, and I showered, ate brunch and waited, no call, not a peep. Just before one I sent him a text, asking what was wrong. My mind. From the moment their lips touched, through the way they mashed their faces, hands holding each other's faces or running through hair, to the moment they finally broke for air. After those ten days living as a couple on our trip to England, they’d not been together physically for the last month and so the intensity of their reunion was hardly surprising. Especially given the watershed moment during that trip when they’d declared their love for each other, a love which so powerfully worked. .. perhaps the worst most of all."---------She'd come prepared with facial tissue, etc.. Wiped my tears, held fast as I blew my snout, then unscrewed her trusty jar of aloe vera lotion."On your tummy, Cully-boy."Almost a sizzle could be heard when she applied the cool green ointment to my well done buns."That feels so good, Girl." Just relax, baby-boy."As she was treating my over heated rump my mind wandered to the interrogation I'd just undergone by Miss. I quickly reflected on a number of.