Even though the worst of the storm had passed, the rain was still torrential.“He’s frightening. How can you..?”“Honey, you’ll learn in time ...o forget the faces, even when you’re looking at them.” She tugged the younger woman back toward her door. “Cerebus is different, though. Give me a minute or two to get ready, and then bring him up.”The young woman’s voice warbled with anxiety. “Me?”“You’re going to have worse humping you – a lot worse. He won’t hurt you.” She licked her lips in. She opened the clothes hamper and looked inside. Suddenly she felt her heart beating against her chest. Her panties were gone!The youngster then gathered up all of her courage. She made a decision. Silently, she moved out of the bathroom to the stairs. Slowly and gently, she descended. With each step, Michelle was deathly afraid that a board might squeak. She managed to reach the bottom of the steps without retreating in fear. The living room door was open but she did not hear the TV. Instead,. That’s how I kept Miranda from getting suspicious.”That brought me around more than all the moping I’d done. Another lesson I could take from my father. I nodded and thought about how he’d smiled through everything she’d put him through and everything I’d put him through. “Thanks,” I said, meaning it. “I’ll get through it and hopefully it’ll be something that makes me think it was worth it.”“I’m glad I could help,” he said with a smile. We chatted more pleasantly for another hour or so.I still. I felt... sandbagged, sucker punched. And that night went so terribly for me. I don't blame you now for laughing at me when I walked out with that guy." What are you talking about, Cindy? I did not see this happen. I expected it, but I did not laugh at you except when you called me a mama's boy omosessuale." Oh, god, that's embarrassing, too. Sorry about that. But all this time, I thought you looked over at me from the fo... from the parents' table and laughed at me and the guy I was leaving.