I'd love to." We moved to the living room, where Mom put the DVD in the player and I switched off the lamp on the end table, leaving the room illumina...ed by the glow of the television screen. Side by side Mom and I sat on the couch, watching the opening credits as they scrolled past. I tried to lose myself in the film but was conscious of little else but my mother's nearness, the warmth of her body next to mine. Mom had applied a fresh hint of the gardenia scent I'd always loved, and it had. Later that day Fred walked into triple English and eagerly awaited the arrival of Miss Denver. When she walked in he was once again under the spell of love. All through the lesson he listened to her beautiful voice as it so artfully lead them to learn more about the poems of such crap poets as William Wordsworth. Never mind how bad the poets were, all he cared for was miss sitting at the front of the class her small but beautiful breasts completing her perfect though petite frame. At the end of. Becky had homework, so I helped her. She really didn't need much help. I can tell that she's good in math like Rob.I had dinner served when Rob arrived home. He seemed totally shocked that dinner was ready. He very politely thanked me for my efforts on dinner and the house cleaning. It felt nice to be appreciated. Robbie helped out and washed the dishes. The whole family went in and watched TV together. I wasn't sure that I would be welcome, but Becky made me join them anyway.That night, I. The dogs had gone, but the door was closed, she had been back. As he glanced about, other signs of her greeted his eyes. The fire had been built and sat, ready to light, a pile of green leaves had been placed upon the table and, causing his heart to leap when he saw them, a pair of trousers and a thick jumper sewn from inexpertly felted wool were placed over the back of a chair. He smiled and rushed to put the clothes on, the trousers were a little too big at the waist, but so tired of dressing.