" That sounds like Candy. Even when she didn't make cheerleader that first year she was at every one of Brandon's games, cheering him on." You must be...very proud of her and you have to take some of the credit for raising a fine young woman." I was going to say the same thing about Deb. You've had three years on your own while I've only had a few months. I think you've done really well, especially considering their age. I don't think we're out of the woods yet, though. I know they've discovered. Without hesitation, Martha made her way through the kitchen and ascended the staircase to the second floor. She passed by the master bedroom and Amanda’s, Bonnie’s oldest and didn’t take any notice that Bonnie’s son’s door was partially closed… that is, until she distinctly heard soft moaning coming from inside.She stopped dead in her tracks, and stood quietly listening. There was no mistake; she had heard what she thought she heard. The moans seemed high in pitch, more female than male. She. It was a grey stone, three story house set in its own grounds with a long gravel drive leading up to the front porch. I turned up on time and as instructed. Suzanne had said that I would be there for three days but that I needn’t take anything with me. A taxi dropped me at the gate. “Rather you than me, mate,” the driver said as I got out, which I found really embarrassing rather than, as perhaps I should have done, worrying.I walked up the drive to the imposing front door with its brightly. Yeah no there actually are rules, the rules of the site that is, but other than that, I guess just no real fucked up shit that is just distasteful I guess. Btw, I'm gonna act like a tyrant, if I do have control over posts in this "story", so if something doesn't fit my narrow point of view of the world, and I actually feel like it, I'm probably gonna try to delete it. Will I? I don't know.Anyways, this will just be the hub page, the seed where all of your daydreams, nightmares, fleeting.