”Chris had promptly typed in what Heather had said. Dad had retorted that he and his daughter were for realand he could prove it. Did they have ... microphoneconnected to their computer? When Chris answered in theaffirmative, Dad directed him to a site where theycould connect by audio. In a few minutes the voices ofDad ‘n Daughter were coming through the computerspeakers in Heather’s den.Heather came back to the present. “Are they doing it?”she called out to Chris.. Suzanne hoped to enlist her help and get Robert to stop doing things like using that unholy sauce honey mustard. Sherri smiled and promised to try.Robert moved Sherri to her own bed carrying her easily so Carmen could change the sheets on his. Sherri had lunch upstairs, and liked the salad that Suzanne had "thrown together" for her. She slept most of the afternoon and woke in time for dinner. She could make it to the toilet alone, but sitting still hurt. It was getting better, but slowly.On. The birds sang their sweet melodies and cars revved down the street as Charlotte rubbed her eyes. She looked around the room, pondering the previous night’s activity. She was adamant that it would all be some sick joke to get naked pictures from girls and that they were probably all over the internet by now. The bed creaked as she sat up and reached for the laptop.The fans whirred as she started it up, and through the lengthy start-up, she was eager to view her emails. Rubbing her eyes once. It's good to have you home." I have to go to the bathroom," Peyton stated after Gwen left the room."Peyton would you like me to draw you a bath while you are in there?I'm sure it would relax you," she offered. "I'm no fucking baby and I'm going to take a fucking shower," he saidas he slid off the bed.As he stood a wave of nausea washed over him and he braced himself withone arm on the mattress. "Whoa! Not so fast. Gonna have to take thiseasy," he thought."Young man! I will not tolerate such.