“Did he move your skirt like that then?” “Yes baby,” she went on to explain “He started kissing me goodnight and rubbing my ass, that’s wh...n I turned the porch light off, but he said that he wanted to see my beauty, so I turned it back on.” I was rock hard by now and she continued giving me a play by play account. “He was kissing my lips and using his tongue baby,” she informed me. “His hands were everywhere, then I felt his hands on my naked ass. He had raised my skirt up so that he could. When I bought the 1800 square foot house I had a cellar dug and blasted out of the bedrock giving me a 900 square foot basement with rock walls on two sides, part under the house part underground under the yard. Amber was wearing rather tight yellow t-shirt and tight jeans, with a light open jacket. The usual chit-chat took up the time until we finished eating. Relaxing at the kitchen table the communication turned to more serious issues, paying me back. I told her what would be her duties we. ’“I guess,” Cathy said with a sigh.“We’re still trying to work things out. Our lives were a real mess and we can’t expect miracles. Your father is trying to patch things up with you kids the best he can,” Sharon said.“I know. I just wish that he’d give me half the attention that he gives Harry. He’s taken him out driving all of the time. He bought him that new jeep. He’s over there helping him with his problems,” Cathy said.Smiling at the sibling rivalry, Sharon said, “And it was his idea that. The scene faded, changing to a different research project, but still the same, familiar room."Harry... what happened? We were in a predictable divergence path. What... what happened?" I yelled."You got me, chief," he said, looking over the data. "Without knowing how far we bent each other's realities, there's no way of finding the exact divergence we were just viewing. Look... why don't you go home, and get some rest? Come back in the morning. It'll give you a fresh perspective."I didn't argue..