Go baby, go! But I digress, we were talking about literary greats and what they were doing while composing their masterpieces. Whenever I read ‘Kubl... Khan,’ or ‘The Charge of the Light Brigade’ I find myself imagining Coleridge strung out on opium or Tennyson combing his long wild beard like a baboon at the local zoo. After thumbing through a few chapters of Salem’s Lot, I think of Stephen King picking his nose. When Kay Scarpetta wraps up another mystery I think of Patricia Cromwell ordering. It was almost 9:00 when Beth and I went into mom’s bedroom and took the chessboard and pieces out from under Mom’s bed. We sat on the rug in our usual spot that gave us the best view of mom going in and coming from the bathroom and sitting at her vanity.We knew mom would be getting up soon and she would put on a little show for us. Yes. Beth and I were still fooling around and saw each other naked. Beth had a girlfriend that had sex with her and I was getting my share from the girls I dated.. She was crying and I could see the tears when she took her hand from her face and told me again how sorry she was. I kissed her lightly on the lips and said we would talk about it later after I watch the rest of the movie. Amy just held onto me and told me she loved me completely and to please forgive her. I told her there was nothing to forgive and held her with one arm while I un-paused the movie and it began playing again.Amy was holding onto Larry's knees as she was sliding her kitty up and. When we'd discussed it, the middle of a working day in the mountains seemed like a safe enough bet, but you're still relieved.You get out of your car, the breeze a little cool, but not cold and, as you walk down the few steps to the lookout itself, the sun feels warm on your back.You lean on the railing taking in the sweeping views across the valley, the sandstone escarpment a yellow slash in the green of the eucalypt haze...the smell and the sounds of the bush.The crunch of tires as a car.