She was taking four pieces of toast out of the toaster and putting them on a plate. "OK, you guys. I need someone to put some plates and silverware on...the table."The girls got up and did as they were told. Les also went into the refrigerator and got a pitcher of orange juice and a bowl with butter in it.I looked at my younger brother. "Hey Jaz. Did you make that butter last night?" Yep." He looked proud of himself."Is it any good?" Yeah. It's reeeal good. Isn't it?" He looked at the girls for. The Chargers got the ball for their second offensive series, again from their twenty-yard line.They had already thrown their new, young players into the deep end of the pool and a stupid mistake from their young quarterback forced them to retry their strategy. The Churchill coaches decided to simplify their game plans even further for the younger players. They would rely on their superior offensive line to punch some holes in the Rough Rider defense. An inside trap play in the middle of the. ’ Wesley perked up and we sat in another silence. It was a painful minute’s wait until the door opened again. Darren stepped inside first. He didn’t look great, but he could’ve looked worse. His eyes were always expressive, and in that moment he looked so happy, not only at seeing me, but also Wesley. Wes sprung off the bed and threw his arms around him, and Darren returned it with just as much vigour. Violet silently slipped in behind them. My gaze fixed on her, and hers on me. Her expression. But Katie had grown accustomed to my lounging around the house in next to nothing. She had also been treated to some major flashes. So what she saw in the hotel was just a charged up extension of what was going on around the house, but in closer quarters. And Katie made it all too clear that she was a very eager audience.Of course I packed my laptop and took it with me. I also took several CD-ROMs full of archived porn that I'd downloaded. The discs were a small part of my ever-expanding home.