Reverse directions and do it again. It would be pointless, of course, if you didn’t have a boy’s ear under your boob. Roll over the boy’s lap as...you get up. ‘“Christmas Wind-Down” is what Mom called the week before New Year’s, a time just to enjoy not going to school, trying out your new outfit, eating the remaining sweets, skate, talk on the phone. Lots to do.We’d gotten Twister from Uncle Todd and Aunt Eileen. The game looked OK, but anything given to both of us never seemed special. Probably. One man was in a suit, and he did all of the talking. The other two men were dressed casually as John and I were. They sat in their chairs and looked bored.Mom had started the recording devices as soon as they knocked on her closed door, so we should be getting a full recording from the moment the meeting started. The suit said, “Mrs. Harmony, I am sure you know why I am here. All I need from you is a simple yes or no regarding our discussion.”“Well, you are not going to get that until you lay. You DIRTY ... ROTTEN FUCKING SLUT!!! How the FUCK could you do that to Dad? It took me forever to get him to talk but he told me that he found the same thing that I did and knew that his life was over. He told me that he’d juggled things so he could make it home a day early to the woman he’s loved forever. He said he’d missed you and planned to take you out to dinner. He said he walked into the house and found the whole upstairs smelling like a fucking whorehouse and then saw his bedroom all. Her smell would always be with him he thought and the way her body reacted to his touch was indelibly etched into his memory, but better yet was the memory of how she would come in a gushing torrent, screaming the place down while her sex ejaculated it’s golden stream.They first met when he had been taking an enforced break. Two weeks by the sea, rest and recuperation from overworking and stress. Getting his baby over the final hurdle of marketing and completion had taken almost two years of.