"This is it," Tom said, stating the obvious."Looks sort of haunted," Paul commented with a frown. "But why did youdrag me down here? I could have be...n back home watching the tube."Stephanie glanced at Paul. "Isn't this a little more interesting?" Hejust shrugged in response.Without another word, Tom walked straight up the walk to the house andstopped in front of the heavy wooden front door. "Damn," he mutteredafter trying it, "it's locked." What now?" Stephanie asked, seemingly. " Jenny, which of us do you really love? And I mean that. Which one would you be prepared to spend your life with?" B-both of you." Yes, Jenny Wren, but you told Bea you would never send her away and she and I both have said that we're not prepared to be a threesome."He left it hanging.There was a long silence. Jenny realised that she had been challenged and her brain worked at speed. Bea was in love with her totally and irrevocably. If she gave her up Bea might well commit suicide or do. “Is this where doctor told you nerve not good?” I took a quick breath and holding my breath said ‘yes’. She said she would work the area a little then suggested some stretching to help. I didn’t care what she did as long as I was going to get a chance to flash my junk at her and maybe, just maybe, get a little hand play.I was expecting her to slowly and gently massage that area but she did just the opposite. Her hands, covered in hot oil, were firm and quick as she methodically ran her hand. She certainly thought a lot of her big brother.The man's pickup was in the driveway, but there was no answer at the door. Stephanie got worried. It seemed that something had happened to him in the Army, and when he came back he let himself go to seed. With all of the talk about PTSD on television Stephanie was worried that he might have done something to himself, so they let themselves in and looked around the house. In the kitchen, they found an odd note on the table."Remember: Last week.