Raste me maine usse pucha ki kya irada hai? to usne kaha ki irada to nek hai. Maine kaha mere ghar chalen kya? To wo kuch nahin boli. Main samajh gaya...ki wo tayyar hai. Aur maine gadi apne ghar ki taraf leli. Ghar pohoch kar maine use pucha ki kuch chai coffee logi kya? to boli ki nahin but juice lungi direct from source.Maine use apni bahon me bhar liya aur kiss karne laga…. Wo bhi saath de rahi thi. Kya soft soft lips the doston unhe choosne me jo maza aa raha tha bata nahin sakta. use kiss. "Yes Mitch." She replied as they sat back and made sure their seat belts were fastened tight. He held onto her hand just as tight as their seat belts had been on the plane as they walked off, backpack on his back. His mother was still going on about safety and such which made his eyes roll. "Moooooom.." He droned out. "You do realize I am twelve now right? Also.. Dad's gunna be right here to pick me up.. No big deal." He smiled at her softly as her head shook but she did admit he was right.. He was taking a chance, but he would risk it.Christy woke up with a throbbing head. Little Whiskey was at her feet on the big bed. It was almost noon! She never overslept this long unless she was sick. Maybe she had been, she looked down at herself and noticed she was starkly naked! She couldn't remember taking off her nightgown. The only time that would happen is when she'd get a fever during the night and get so hot, she'd pull off her nightie and toss it to the floor. That's what must've. The final couple of blocks was through one of those Levittown-type neighborhoods, where all the houses seemed to be boxy clones, until he pulled into a driveway beside one of them."Larry, you are welcome in my home," he said formally. "Here you may be safe."I grinned at him and told him thanks.Inside the place was neat as a pin. He insisted on giving me a guided tour, taking me into every room. The decor showed clear evidence of a woman's touch, his late wife I presumed, but he clearly hadn't.