They spoke in hushed tones."Where are you?" South West of the house, covering two sides on a knoll. Good leafy cover. What about you?" I'm east, only ...ot one side. Cover is thick bush. I shall have to go down after dark and recce." Ok. Let me know when you go."The house was large, late Victorian, early Edwardian. Set in a what appeared to be a natural bowl in the land. The immediate area around the house had been cleared and lawn established on all four sides for some one hundred yards, so. "Oh god Neal, lets go back to your room... please?!?" Why, baby?"Mae moaned and leaned up to whisper. "I'm wet... so fucking wet... I'm leaking into my shorts. I need to change and I need to get FUCKED"Neal's erection lunged to life, but he had plans. "No. Get your food and meet me at the table."Mae hesitated, her eyes pleading."Now, fuckslut. Get your fucking lunch now"Mae moaned out loud and blushed. No one looked, but she rushed to get her plate in a panic.Neal grabbed some dessert and. I brewed my coffee in a ten dollar machine which worked just fine. I was sure most of the people I know hated my coffee. They blamed it on my cheep coffee maker, but it actually was the fact that I brew a full pot, then let it sit around getting old and strong before I drank it. I made fresh coffee first thing every day but I finished off the coffee from the day before first. Breakfast was a brand muffin with peanut butter. The peanut butter fooled me into thinking it was good for me.It was. Something's going on with him," he said sadly."I'm sorry Tom. It must hurt a lot," she said sympathetically."Jenny, I just don't know how I'm going to tell Mom and Dad about this," Tom said looking at her with a wrinkled brow."Don't let it get old, Tom. It won't get any better with age. Sit down with them and talk to them about it. I can't believe they don't know what's going on with Vinnie. Mothers always know."Tom sat quietly for a few moments and then turned to Jenny."As always, you're right.