"I smiled at him gratefully and gulped down the beer he had given me. It tasted good but I knew it wasn't going to help me sleep."If I help you get to...sleep," my Uncle said taking me by surprise, "You clean up this place," he motioned his hand around the grubby studio, "For the duration of my leave, not only clean it up but do whatever I want whilst I am here."He was so damn sure of himself I thought crossly. Well I was sure he was going to fail so I said boldly in response, "Okay, and if you. "Lorenzo smiled but his expression also indicated doubt and some amusement, as well."No, my dear Enzo, hear me out. You know I am fully capable as a researcher, do you not?"He wondered aloud, "How would such a thing actually work on the body. What would be the method of its operation?" To be simple in my explanation I must say that it works with the mind. The human mind, as you may know, is attuned to the world around it. Just as animals have what is called a circadian rhythm, feeling and. They stood there looking at me, Bethie’s chin resting on Vernoica’s shoulder, and both wearing shit eating grins in mocking gesture at having pulled this off so successfully. Even though I had demanded some sort of explanation, I really had no response to what I was witnessing had they even offered one. I just stood there like a statue, watching, waiting to see what happened next. In a not so subtle act of foreplay, Bethie rubbed the robe against Veronica’s satiny smooth skin like it was a. He was going to graduate from High school in May, if he didn't screw up. Scott was always high on something and a total slacker with a quick temper. Needless to say we didn't get along. He never treated me like his step mother. He would say things to me in a sarcastic tone or treat me like shit. Once he told his Frank that I one married him for his money. I couldn't wait for him to move out. In the summer before his senior year things reached a new level of uncomfortable for me. I noticed that.