Just a few minutes later, their rumps bumped against each other. ‘That didn’t take a long at all,’ Lynn said. She could get to like this! She m...ved the pail to the middle of the living room. ‘You start over there by the TV. I’ll start at the bay window. Can you reach the bucket ok then?’ ‘Sure, babe. I’ve got long arms.’ Henry grinned at her. Lynn smiled back. It was an old joke – how short she was, how tall he was. How much he could reach that she couldn’t. Soft swishes of rags across wood. To you, that means every parent's nightmare: you've smoked a lot of weed, used a lot of condoms and done some stupid stunts on four-wheelers and skateboards. You liked to live it up! But you played it smart... you kept your grades up enough for your folks to be happy and you were careful what you said to them. It had worked out amazingly well for a long time...But now you're eighteen years old. It's your last year! You'd lost interest in getting stoned or screwing around too much with girls.. Wolf will protect you if anybody bothers you." Gee, thanks, Mr. Greer!" Jeanie gleefully went to the animal's pen and opened the lock, letting a grateful Wolf outside into the freedom of the day."Come on, Wolf, nice boy!" Little Jeanie led the appreciative German Shepherd through the back yard and into her house. After ascertaining everyone's whereabouts - Mother upstairs nursing her crying jag in the bedroom, Uncle Morgan in his room sulking and trying to decide whether to pack and leave or to. The man was nearer seventy than sixty. His arms and legs were skinny and white with a fair bit of grey hair sprouting out from them, his back was white but hairless. The only part of him that was not skinny was his stomach. Not really flabby but more like a taut round bulge protruding out underneath him. Although the man supported himself on his arms and knees, it was his stomach that pressed her firmly into the mattress. He was bald on top with just a fringe of grey hair. His face was probably.