"Neither do I," he started to say, but stopped as he realized that Oliver was looking seriously tense over this. Something about it annoyed Frank. It ...asn't Oliver. Perhaps it was the fact that Oliver was worrying about Frank and his dad when it should have been the other way around. Oliver was the one with the family problems. At least, he seemed to be the one with bigger family problems. Oliver didn't seem to see it that way, though. He cared about Frank, and the more apparent that became,. He knew the sheets had to be changed. The thought of what happened on them earlier this morning made him erect yet again. They entered their room and stood on separate sides of the bed, ripping off the sheets and replacing them with clean ones. The old ones went into the laundry in the bathroom. Justin walked around the room, dusting off shelves and tables while his mother vacuumed the floor. Twenty minutes later, when they were done, they put away the cleaning tools and met at the dressers.. " Tiffany picked up a hot dog with a fork and they both looked at it. "Had a guy once with a dong about that length," said Tiffany. "What happened?" "He was about as hard too," laughed Tiffany as she took a bite. "Hardly the elegant meal that I expected my first night here," observed Tiffany. "Perhaps we could light candles," said Janet. "And drip the wax on each other!" "Now that's a thought!" said Janet. They walked the grounds and used each other till dawn, when they finally fell . It's early in the afternoon, the scorching sun seems almost able to pierce through our decades old leaky roof above the porch. The porch opens to a fence-less backyard, with its long, burned golden grasses, that it's not hard for one to figure the house owner doesn't care too much for it. I shouldn't say it's fence-less. There was a fence, at least according to my childhood memory, and I can still spot the remains of it if I'm forced to find it. What had happened to the fence I could not.