“This is really weird, Molly.” I told her.I could hear her smile. “We’re housemates, aren’t we? I don’t think it’ll be too weird. I trus... you.”Wordlessly, I stood up, silently conceding. I awkwardly fumbled around, walking towards the bed without risking touching Molly accidentally at any time until I reached the bed. The bed was pushed up against the wall and Molly clearly claimed the side closest to the wall, so without occupying too much space I gingerly slid in.“Thanks.” I said. “Am I. She hereby also apologizes to all English Lit majors, fans of the Village People, German Shepherd fanciers, citizens of Boise, buxom blonde beauticians, frigid housewives, and to the people who make the real Bimbo Bread.]The next morning, Ellie stayed in bed, pleading a headache, till after Rob had left. When she finally arose and went down to the kitchen, she found the bread, sliced roast beef, and mayonnaise all open. She picked up the bread and read the directions on the package. They were. “Luthor!” yelped Bernadette. She was the only one facing the bank, and was the first to see him.“Hey, guys!” said Luthor, setting down his fishing pole and gear.“What are you doing here?” asked Bernadette as her brother and sister turned to look at the bank.Luthor looked around, and then down at his fishing pole, and then at their brand new ones, not yet rigged for fishing, and then back at them.“Fishing?” he asked, as if he were confused.There was the noise of yelling and Jesse burst into the. I’d seen her a couple of times before, but usually she was wearing more. Not that I minded her sitting around in her underwear, that was a good look too. Plus, it was her own garden. She stood up and looked at me for a second, and then vanished again. After another moment she turned away and walked back into her house, giving me, for just a couple of seconds, a perfect view of her back, bottom, and legs. She looked pretty well put-together, and I thought to myself what a pity it was that she’d.