He stepped out into the dining room, sandwich in hand, just as she forced the door closed against a fresh gust of wind, and greeted her through a mout...ful of ham and cheese."Hey there!" he managed to croak out before swallowing. "I wasn't expecting you for another couple of hours."She hung the old golf umbrella from the doorknob, where it could drip relatively harmlessly onto the tiled threshold. Pulling the band from her ponytail, she shook her hair out into a moist, golden fan which hung over. -- A few hours later the entire family gathered around the table for dinner. They were all hungry after the hard day's work and piled on food as they talked cheerfully amongst themselves. They talked about the farm, school, jobs and family as they ate contently until they were all full. They continued to dessert, then moved to the living room where soon the children started disappearing to their rooms, leaving their mother and father alone.Liz and Tom both knew that Jack spent the previous. "T-That's not true!" said Heather, feeling hurt by Hermione's comment."FORGET THEM!" screeched Alys, fighting for Heather's control onceagain."I thought you were better than this!" snarled Ron."RON! Don't say that!" cried Hermione.Heather stepped back a few more steps, beginning to feel like a youngchild watching her parents fight. She looked at both her friends fightwith each other, flashes of Alys screaming at her before her eyes. Sheshook her head, trying to shake off the dark possession.. The feeling of these three fingers felt great, but was not enough for Jen's needs. So she got up and went to Kim's brother's desk looking for something to pound into her soaking wet love box. She opened the drawer and found just what she needed; a nice thick, long, ridged screw-driver.She went and laid back down on her sleeping bag. Lisa and Kim were now both in a deep sleep. Jen put her knees up and spread her legs nice and wide, exposing her soaking wet hole to the air. She took the screw.