Picasso had five, but only one at a time and each for many years. Dali had Gala and painted her for fifty years. I ... I don’t want to have any othe... wet realities,” I said. “I have everything I want in my arms right now.”“Oh, there won’t be any other wet realities,” Annette laughed. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t have dry realities.”“And maybe some other wet dreams,” Fay added.I don’t know why I bothered with the new super big bed. Both my lovers slept piled on top of me.Christmas Eve was. Rising from the bed, I decided to ignore him, so I returned to my game. Thankfully, my guy was strong enough, he'd killed three skeletons while I was gone and was only slightly wounded."You don't have much of a choice, buddy boy." Hunter took no time in beginning to place several of his items around the room. "So, that was some hissy fit you decided to throw at Mom." Don't call her Mom." Well, she is going to be my Mom now that her and Dad are getting married." Hunter grinned over his shoulder. There isn't anything special for the first three years, from when I was 11 until 14; it's mostly childish silliness. But after that it's awful. If anyone ever read about how Reverend Gill helped me, taught me to manage my emotions and things, they'd get the wrong idea, I'm sure. He was so nice. Just a student pastor and he insisted that I call him Tommy when we were alone. I guess he'll get married before I'm old enough but... I can always hope. Andhe's still helping me, too.G'night, DiaryDear. All exiting traffic was being routednorth. The roads in the opposite direction from town were closed everyonewas coming from the south, from town. Abs started to relax. Ben didn'tknow his mother was dead. Now the waiting game begun, what happened next depended on when they leftthe party. Abs grabbed a comfortable patch of leaves near an old stump.He stretched out and waited. He was parked about a tenth of a mile downthe road, far enough that none of the police directing traffic would.