Then he would be back to my lips and then his tongue would pry open my lips and he was inside my mouth moving over my teeth and gums. And last of all...his tongue was touching and licking my tongue. When he pulled his tongue back in his mouth mine followed his and I was doing to him what he had been doing to me.When our kiss broke he looked at me and remarked what a wonderful lover I was going to be. He picked me up and carried me to the bed and laid me down. I was all wet and trembling with. Some of the younger men were wearing long trousers now, tucked into high boots, especially in the winter, but Beall stuck with his accustomed knee breeches."You ready to eat?" his wife asked, putting her unfinished knitting in the basket beside her and rolling up a ball of wool."Like always," he answered, and she started ladling stew into white, china plates and then fetching bread while he washed his hands at the basin."You make this today?" Beall asked, wiping his hands along his thighs and. “Hey,” he said when she came close.“Hey.”“Whatcha doing?”“Nothing, just hanging.”“Bored?”“Yeah.”“Me too. Why don’t you hang here and be bored with me?”Anne made a face. “I’m not supposed to, I mean without permission.”“Are your parents home?”“No. Dad’s at work at the shelter, and my mom texted me saying she was going out. They’ll be back before dinner.”“Then they’ll never know. Come on inside.”Anne hesitated.“I don’t bite,” he said.She looked around to see if anyone was watching, even though. " I was up and stalking around the living room in full rant by now. "All this crying and moaning and weeping. It's a disaster I tell you, the icecaps are being melted by warm salt water, the floods are coming ... Dad! You better buy us a boat, make it a big one; we're likely to be on it for a while."Somewhere in the middle, Allison came back down the hall to see what was going on. I watched as she wiped the last of her tears and then stifled a giggle. Mom was rolling her eyes and dad was all.