She touched herself wonderingly, patting her face and feeling her ears. She smoothed her hair, rubbed her arms, and then said to herself, "It worked. ...racias a Dios." She started to cry as she crossed herself and whispered, "Santa María, madre de Dios. It worked. Sweet Virgin Mary, you answered me."Personally, I thought Brock had more to do with it than the Virgin Mary, but I thought now was probably not the time to discuss theology. Lisa was crying and laughing at the same time, turning back. She looked up at me.“You’re angry, aren’t you?”I nodded, reaching for her hair band. Tugging it, I let her thick, lustrous, dark burgundy hair free. It expanded. I combed my fingers through it to loosen the soft waves.“I’ll try to cooperate,” she said. Her lovely eyes twinkled. She smiled softy. “You should kiss me, Hunter. It’ll make you feel better.”Her hands reached for my face and drew my lips to hers. A sparkling smile in her eyes blinked out when they closed. She tilted her head and. After twenty minutes of fruitlessly driving around, Jack had pulled into a gas station to fill up and asked the attendant where the nearest library was. Fortunately it was located just a few blocks away and Jack was able to find it rather easily. Without an umbrella, Jack had sprinted across the large parking lot, getting soaked, and entered the library just before they were closing for the evening. He begged the matronly librarian to allow him a few minutes to check his email and after he. . get a room, please, Mom ... and Darrell. Sorry, but I definitely can’t call you ‘Dad’ after this, you know. No offense. Wow ... but at least I like you better as a person. You’re just ... you,” I teased them, but all the same, accepted that the fantasies about Mom and Jessica would have to just remain the elephant in the room these days.“Yeah, let’s get to bed, dear. We can check out your ... stories ... tomorrow,” Mom agreed, actually taking Darrell by the dick and leading him to the master.