Amy had to be there with them. As before, all she could see was silhouettes, but they were undeniably involved in sex. She could recognize Nathan's im...ge who was fucking somebody 'doggie style'.Despite what she had done with her own son (totally unintended), what was going on now should make that pale in comparison. It could only be an orgy. The closer she got, she realized that the air was dripping with sex. She could imagine what it smelled like in a whore house. And, this was her kids'. Another few hours were spent on daily notes. The rest were spent with Veronica.Roni loved Elvis Costello's song Veronica. She would hum it all the time. Whenever we were about to do something daring, or even just a bit risqué, she would sing the line, "You can call me anything you like, but my name is Veronica." Her name in lyric seemed empowering. Certainly, she was as wild as the girl in the song.We met standing in line. Veronica sang that line, over and over, til she was called. In seconds,. “Ass…iste.”Yvette strolled to the front of the screen and not behind it. Jean was staring…charcoal and sketching pad motionless in his hands as though transfixed by her odorous perfume, the movement of her body beneath the fur coat…her buttocks, her whole person concealed and yet…open and alive in just the hint of her body enwrapped. She stopped then outside the screen, shrugged her shoulders, her coat dropping suddenly, revealing all of herself, her completely nude body, to the staring. There weren’t much there, a few suits, shirts, pants, and underwear. I packed them into the boxes and then labeled them using a black marker that lay on one of the boxes. After carrying them down to the entrance door I went back up to sort out my sister’s closet, it had been a mess. She usually was very neat and tidy but I guessed the shock of Drake leaving her had her brain all over the place. I was returning her underwear to a drawer and observed that they must have been very expensive. I.