"Harold came out of the bedroom to join them; he was wearing a pair of jeans and safari jacket. He and Annabelle were taking the nine high school kids...(two more had joined the group since the beginning of November) to the State Capital for a visit of the parliament building as part of his ethics course."What will you be doing while we're gone?" he asked."I'll be working on my thesis; I want to be able to hand it in at the beginning of next week. Then I'll be able to relax a little; it will be. " And what's your plan?" she asked, "What's in store for you, Apollo?"He shrugged and mumbled, "You tell me.”Teaghan didn't hesitate. She remarked tersely, "The only son of an only son inherits the family business. Lives rich and irresponsibly for the rest of his life, happily ever after. End of story?" In the darkness, Teaghan saw the back of the man's head bob slowly up and down. She realized her remark may have come across as callous. She wasn't sure if it was residue from the last few days. Jana said everyone only had on three items of clothing, and she had some special rules for our game to make it more interesting. Once a person had lost their clothing the winner could nominate an activity for the loser to perform on the third neutral player. Activity duration was nominated as a minute. We agreed.Of course I lost my three items of clothing while both women still wore their panties, then lost again to Jana. Her delegated activity for me was to kiss Rebecca's nipples to hardness.. She stroked his hair, reminding him that one person could still care for a stranger. He looked up and once again tears clouded his vision. This time however they could not mask her beauty or grace. It was a natural beauty, full of life and promise, not like the pinup girls of centerfolds or the anorexia of runways. Her hair was unkempt, but stylish as it glowed in the moonlight from the large window. In the dark he couldn’t tell it’s color, or that of her eyes, but it didn’t matter. It was her.