Frank laughed. "He never lets anyone sit in it." Yes I do!" Oh, please. Having your sleepover guests sit on your lap is not the same thing." I didn't ...ear any complaints before you showed up."That had the two of them laughing; like it was an old joke, or an old argument.Steve whirled around, looking at me. "What brings you to my home?" Something I read in Mom's diary about her wedding night." I saw his eyes widen in anticipation. "Are you my father?"I could feel Jordan's gasp beside me, but it. My old friends were with me once again for our journey to the hereafter.I managed to sit up, and as I sat there I became more circumspect about my situation. This didn't feel like what I expected death to be like. I moved the flashlight around and saw, illuminated in its beam, the entrance foyer of my home, Westervelt Manor. Then the enormity of it hit me. We were back. Seventy years ago, we had been pulled from this spot and put into the bodies of the four poor souls who had succumbed to the. I thought about her thighs and imagined reaching out to touch them. The white of the briefs and the smooth lines of her legs enthralled me.That evening, we sat around a campfire and roasted marshmallows. We talked. They asked me about the boys I was around. My uncle gave me a beer, and we had a conversation that made the whole day's drive worthwhile. We laughed and listened to old music.It had been weeks since a strange affair I had with my employer had begun. For some reason, the whole trip. You allowed Ms Grange to co-sign our Contract, so now she has an equal voice to me in our Contract. It will now require both Ms Grange and I to agree that you should be set free. And Ms Grange told me at dinner last night that she has definitely decided that she wants to keep you with her, on a chain, for the rest of your life. She really loves you, Tommy’.‘Please, Madame’ I begged ‘they only allow me dog food, and not even enough of that! They strap me really hard for the slightest mistake!.