One of Paul's strong hands rubbed Jim in the small of the back before drifting down to the round swell of his ass.Jim felt the strange dampness betwee... his legs as Paul caressed him. Paul broke off the kiss just long enough to whisper in Jim's ear. "Lets go upstairs, Julie."Suddenly Paul hefted him into his arms and carried him upstairs like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold.In the car, Jim's purse lay on the floor where it had fallen.Like the rest of the house, the bedroom was very. It came from a barred window at the side. Against my better judgement, I had to see. I looked in from outside.First I saw the person who'd shouted. It was one of the cops. He stood, arms folded, barking out orders and chiding somebody. Then I saw Mom.My Mom was naked, standing still with her back to me. One of the two first cops that had arrested us, the tallest one, had her in his arms. His hands roved over her bare back. He had white latex gloves on. He took out a small sample jar and a big. What did she want to do with it? The painfully collected and preserved food in the larder would just go bad sitting there, being of use to nobody. She wanted to salvage what we could. The problem was, there was no trail out there that was wide enough for a wagon. My solution was to borrow or buy as many barrels as I could find. I then peeled and split two trees that had fallen, each eight to twelve inches across. I roped these to the barrels to make a long, firm 'summer toboggan' that I could. I was back in Riverside and she was still at The Pines. Separated but kept in contact through e-mail a few random calls. Two years later and get a message like that. I was trying to shake the idea that this was possible. All the messages said the same thing pretty much just sent at different times. I E-mailed her back with my ‘Doubt it’s Numchuck’s’ reply. But curiosity got the better of me and I called. Sandra said she was coming home and was a couple blocks away from the house when she saw a.