”“Well ... there’s one there now and the rock is stuck in it.”A face peered around the crack. Well ... a rather bovine structure ... a sorta f...ce. Long and narrow with protuberant nose set between heavily browed brown eyes ... with a cowlick for a head of hair. Ears of a lop ... long, mobile and bashful. The eyes were predator; both faced forward, alert but curious. His? her? clothes covered a long lanky stringy body. Not exactly pants or skirt. The shirt was dusty white, the sleeves were. That night, I decided to stay home from college and see what I could see. I woke again at 6 a.m. and looked through the camera at their bedroom. I watched Mick wake up and leave the house at around 6:15. I continued to watch, and saw Joanne wake at around 6:45 and by 7:30 I saw her leave the house with the two kids, most certainly taking them to school. I decided to go downstairs and grab some breakfast in this time and was back up in my room at 8.Within minutes Joanne was back, without the. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective reader opens to.A new erotic fantasy is. . too bad they live so far apart." I know." Then Lori laughed. "They are so funny. They put on their jammies not long ago and have been listening to CDs and stuff. Then, I'm down in the kitchen getting myself and Chuck a glass of wine, and I hear the microwave go ding! Then Taylor comes in and takes out plastic cup of milk from the microwave. I ask her, 'Since when did you start drinking warm milk before bed?' These teenagers--always surprising you, you know?"Wendy's mind swirled. Warm milk.