It was around ten in the morning and my sister was sitting in the chair watching tv with the volume down low so as not to disturb me. She was wearing ...er favorite pajama bottoms and a tshirt that looked like it had been used as a gym shirt. Probably one of my old metallica shirts. I can't remember. All I remember was the raging stiffy I had in my pants and how mortified I would be if she saw. When I shifted on the couch I knew I was done for... I had heard my back pop and she had to have heard. I could see her accidentally shredding some poor girl standing beside me who might've otherwise followed me to my room.That was Mom. Honest to a fault. Perfectly frank. Prefacing every other remark with a form of frank. So much so that in the past several years I'd taken to calling her by the nickname Frank.When the weekend arrived, I knew well enough that the bad would be skipped, that things would go from good to worst. It was no surprise when Mom knocked on my dorm door and I answered to. At six o’clock on a Monday morning, the United States Government is still hours away from going to work. Jack looked out his window with some excitement as we passed the White House and pulled into the gated underground parking facility of the Executive Office Building behind Blair House. We’d been lightly dressed when we were rerouted and the frigid November air in DC bit into us as we emerged to enter the Presidential Guest House.At least it was warm.We, the four doctors, the Adams family,. Odd!" she replied"I'll get you some fresh cold water from the kitchen, that might help" I said strolling out of the office and into a side room which was the small kitchen area.I grabbed a glass from the side and then placed it under the tap and ran it till the glass was full of cold fresh water, and then strolled back into the office, where I immediately dropped the glass on the floor when I saw Susan sat back in her seat, her white blouse half undone showing off her aqua blue bra, and her.