‘Excuse me, Sir,’ I said politely. ‘Do you know if a Mrs. Jane Phillipson is the wife of S. Phillipson? I have a delivery for her.’ ‘You mus... have the wrong address, Mister. Soren lives by himself. There is no Mrs. Phillipson as far as I know.’ ‘Oh. Looks like there’s been a screw-up. I better go back to the office and see if I can get it straightened out. Thanks for your help.’ I walked back to the car. So Soren was a single guy. One more piece of information. I was now guessing that they were. The second song is another hymn I grew up with, called “I Am the Bread of Life.” It was my maternal grandmother’s favorite hymn. When I left home to go out to Colorado for school, my father was so angry that he refused to speak to me for a week before I left, and continued not speaking with me for two months after I got there. My mother spent the entire 90-minute drive to the train station haranguing me about what a horrible decision I was making.My grandmother ... my 80-year-old grandmother. I had just awoken from a deep sleep and when I opened my eyes I was shocked to find myself blinded. Something was covering my eyes. At the same moment of realizing that, I also realize I can't move, I'm restrained."Relax, love" you say, but that doesn't ease my nerves. Your voice sounds unfamiliar. I want to scream, fight, but the fear keeps me frozen. I feel your fingers slowly wrap around my ankle and you give a tight squeeze, briefly, and then slide up my legs to my thigh where you slide. Sandra and I were resting on the sofa in a passive 69 position with us tasting each other just to make the time go faster.Unfortunately, the parents came home unexpectedly and caught us in the act but we all pretended that nothing inappropriate had gone on and we sat on the fluffy white carpet and drank beer while the downstairs husband put on a soft porn DVD that we all enjoyed making funny remarks on the actor’s facial expressions and speculation about the girls getting something put inside.