When we got there I was shocked to see my sister looking down on the earth and crying her eyes out saying, "why did Greg do it? He had so much to live...for."We went on a little farther and there was Jean huddled with the kids. She was trying to comfort them as they were both crying a river of tears and saying, "we want our new daddy back."Then we descended back down to earth and entered a mental hospital where I saw Barb pacing the floor saying over and over, "It's my entire fault. If I didn't. The house was quiet. Vickie tried to figure out whether Aunty did really masturbate her or was it only a dream until her hand reached between her legs to the dampness and also a feeling of recent poke in her anal opening. She got off the bed to go look if Michael was asleep or awake. She was not sure to talk with him and try to sort out the fact but she knew that there was an exceeding chance that his hard cock will have to be given a chance to poke in for a sure yes or no answer. She had seen. I feel so bad for her, actually both of them. And he loves her enough to let another man get her pregnant because she wants it so badly. Wouldn’t you like to fuck her?’ ‘Oh no you don’t! I know a trick question when I hear it. Anyway, I feel bad for them, too, but it just wouldn’t work and, man, could we get in a lot of trouble if we tried! As you say every show, you can’t make someone do something that they really don’t want to do – they would break out of the trance – and Jane damn well. Cars were waiting for us, and as Charlie and I had both brought a weekend bag with us, I asked the driver to drop us off at Piccadilly station., which he did. We caught the next train to Leeds, and I pointed out various points of interest along the route.As we came out of the Standedge tunnel, I let out a long breath.“What’s wrong?” Charlie asked, concerned.“Nothing,” I replied, “just happy to be back in Yorkshire. You know, the old saying, you can take a boy out of Yorkshire, but you can’t.