She quietly moved into the living room where they had spent the night and put some kindling on the embers of last night’s fire and watched as they q...ickly took hold, and then she added a few larger pieces. She wanted to take the chill off the room. The big old gas furnace that heated the ranch house struggled against the arctic cold that she’d experienced outside, and the warmth of the fire would be welcome as they got going this morning.Harrison and Jenny were both still asleep. She smiled. I need to get to my room and whack one out before I explode in my shorts. "Your doing great Princess. Your making great time. Thanks once again." I said. She smiled.[Damn this van got everything on the dash. How am I going to watch the road and not him in the back. Geez! He watching me in the rear view. I better put my dark shades on. Then he can't see me checking him out. I opened my purse. That's better. I looked down to see my white finger nails on the steering wheel. I wonder if Buck even. I, in strange, theatrical madness cursed her for her lack of love profession, for loving my face, my hair, my strong, powerful body, but not that crude disgusting thing lurking in my pants. That silent, grotesque lump of God-given clay yet to be molded, for all hope, to die in the dust with the humming of the cortex, those strange fibers of consciousness wrestling angsty teenage love, my sweet Kimberly… she’d dated someone I’d thought my friend. Society’s law kept me from killing him. I would. I wasn't happy that Jill hung out with her so much, but I didn't have much say in the matter. I figured that while she was gone I'd go check our bedroom for spiders after I finished clearing up from dinner.Later in the bedroom I used a flashlight to look around the room and the furniture, but I didn't spot any spiders. I did find a little brown bug on the head board that I captured and put in an empty pill bottle. Then I found another one under the edge of the pillow, that I killed. I wondered.