But they'd made arrangements for lunch today here at Applebee's – maybe he could get her to blow him in the parking lot.To distract himself, he atte...pted to read the menu – today was more of an ordeal than usual. It was his 50th birthday. And, he had to admit, #49 had been even better than his 22nd – when he spend all day in bed with Lexie's mother – who was an Olympic-caliber swimmer with a world-class sex drive.God rest her sexy soul.It held true through Lexie's delivery, but somehow. However, he'd practiced on several friends and most of his family once or twice. Usually he just helped them relax or sleep better that night. He had gotten pretty good at putting people into a state of suggestibility, but this skill wasn't translating to a real career of any sort just yet.Loading his luggage into the back of the car Nick took his seat in the back while he waited on the rest of his family. The first to arrive was his youngest sister Lynn Davidson. He loved his youngest sister. In our house it was clear he was the man and I was the woman. I had come home from work exhausted from four straight showings. Michael and Frederick were in their usual spots, playing video games. Michael called out, Mom, can you get Frederick and me a couple of cokes. Sure, honey, I replied, knowing full well Michaels intent. Last night after depositing a load of his salty seed down my throat, Michael suggested that I tease Frederick next time he was over. I grabbed a couple glasses, poured. Or maybe someone forgot to turn off the gas…people are so careless these days.’ She smiled down at me impishly. ‘Remember, Sweetie. You don’t know nothin’ about nothin’. And how could you. We were never here.’ My heart thumped leadenly in my chest and I forgot about petting her thigh for a few moments. Had she really blown up the lake house? And why? My dreams of spending another weekend in the den of iniquity evaporated like the morning dew on the grassy verge of the highway. We drove for a.