I didn't draw anything, but let out some frustration as I thought. It occurred to me that the cousins my mom was picking up were Jake and Grace. Jake ...as ... twelve, now, I think, and Grace was three months younger than me, between Katie and myself in age. I had been thinking all day about incest itself, knowing it was most common between cousins, and started thinking about Grace. Grace was beautiful, too. She and Katie shared some resemblance, since our mothers are twins, and so she had a. After picking up my car, I started to drive to the northern part of the county. That part of the county was all country road and views over that side of the mountains. On those roads it was best not to fall asleep. The up side was I could drive till sunup and not see a car. The ideal place if you had thinking to do. I had some random ideas I needed to put to rest.It was close to midnight when my cell phone rang. I knew it was Simpson so I answer it with a question, "Locked up any bad guys?" Not. The Piettos would use it to grow their own.We had expected Cheryl to leave with her family, but were pleased when her folks thought it was better if she stayed. Safety was on their minds, I'm sure. That wasn't what was on mine, but I wasn't complaining. We went to bed early, but got to sleep late. My dirty mind had to take a back seat to conversation, however.Getting dragged into 'girl talk' was only a little painful. Heck, I even got out of some work. My suggestion of having a new bed built. Regardless, I had my hands filled with this through the spring, that and campaigning for my fellow Republicans.Marilyn and the girls, on the other hand, were driving me nuts with their antics. The twins weren’t all that bad, in that you kind of expected a pair of seventeen-year-old girls to be nutty. They were graduating high school this semester, and between that, getting ready for the prom, planning to move to Washington for the summer, and then off to college in the fall, they were driving.