Looking at your face tells me that she completes your joy, too.”Karen kissed me hard and held me making that purring sound that told me, as it alway... does, that she is very happy. We stayed that way with her parents watching with happy smiles on their faces.Finally, Missus Mason exclaimed, “Supper! It’s done. We need to eat before it’s ruined! Karen, would you help me?”“Of course, Mom!” She bounced off my lap. She and her mother scurried into the kitchen.Mister Mason said, “Brad, did you two. When I was back table was already clean."It's about Mom?" Dad asked."Her too..." I feel the same," Dad started, "maybe not exactly, but anyway. Son,you..."I couldn't hear that word 'son'! How I hated it and myself 'cause I wasactually IT to be addressed this way. I was about to say something but Istarted sobbing instead and then burst in tears.Dad embraced me in a hug and rocked slightly. It wasn't like Mom's hug butfelt kind of soothing too."Is there something I don't know?" Dad asked after I. Jacqui and I were amazed at the pretty flower gardens surrounding it. I let Jacqui go first up the spiral stair and occasionally had to give her a little push on her butt (well maybe ‘had to’ isn’t exactly totally accurate). From the top there’s a fantastic view of Astoria, all the way out to the ocean and of the Columbia River with the four mile long bridge snaking its way across the river to Washington. Looking at this view seemed like a good place for some romance to me (actually everyplace. " Chris was 14 and still in 8th, and thus still on his way home for the next ten or so minutes. "Fucking wait for it? Do you realize what Dad's going to do to me if I get another ISS?" He hissed, sitting upright and tossing the pillow at me. "Wait for it, fuck man!" I said, not even bothering with the newest projectile. I wouldn't have stopped it anyway - I'm more of a laid back type of dude and my brother is more the athletics man. I think it's some weird type of second sibling role reversal.