While the girl had been sitting with friends in the mall, her jacket draped over the back of her seat, the old woman had managed to snag a couple of s...ray hairs from jacket’s collar. From those, she could scry to find out the girl’s whereabouts at any time, but the girl always seemed to be in a safe location or have someone with her.Recently the old woman’s energy drain had increased, if anything, and she’d been forced to venture further down the mountain to find another short-term energy. She had been in so many different hotel rooms and beds over the weekend. Then she realized she was in her own bed in her own home but alone. Where was Bill? Then she remembered the scene in the rec room.She lay there nude, sprawled out alone in their big bed, her being alone in a bed was a really unusual event lately. She thought about what had obviously happened over the week end with her family and smiled. As she lay there she reflected how things had changed in the last year. A year ago she. But before he could do any of that his mother had a list of jobs for "the man of the house" starting with clearing out the decades of accumulated garbage. By rights his father should be doing this, most of this shit was his anyway, but since he'd run off with his secretary he wasn't around much these days. Jason shook his head, over a year later and he still couldn't quite believe his own dad could be such a cliche.He sighs hefting a box of video cassettes labeled Grandma's soaps. He's already. "This ought to be a wild scene for everybody. Oh wow."Jean had such a beautiful body, Lorena thought; it was so modeled, every tiny curve exactly in place and tantalizingly shaped, the pale white skin flawless and silken. She dropped her towel the rest of the way and let her own body gleam nudely for them. Bigger than Jean, with different coloring and different shapings, she was just as firm, just as pretty in a sexy design of her own, and the look she caught in her brother's widened eyes told.