The male figure raised the window and peeked outside. He waved his hands and then pulled himself back in. From the light of the moon, Joan discovered ...hat the male figure was indeed one of the Taft's sons. It was the oldest, Raymond.From the family profile, Joan knew that Raymond was nineteen, a freshman at the community college and slightly asthmatic. He moved away from the window and began to untie his sleep pants. Movement at the window caught Joan’s attention.A woman was climbing into the. There were worse places she could spend a year than a farm with a bunch of kids. She fervently prayed to the Ancients for an answer to her question, should she stay another year at the farm or try to figure out how to make the children independent enough so she could leave.The answer to her prayers came in late June, the day after the summer solstice. A ragged, wretched-looking man showed up on the property. Vesna ran into the house to grab her crossbow and make him leave, but when she went. When I chased those thoughts out of my mind, I realized that what I was seeing is just what I had fantasized about and I decided that being just an onlooker was just fine. I sat back onto the bed and watched as the two girls undressed each other. It was very erotic. There was no sense of urgency, no fumbling around. Each move seemed to have been rehearsed many times and they knew exactly what the other wanted.It seemed like an hour, but I am sure it was only a few minutes and they were both. "Oh well," she thought, "guess it's nothing." And resumed watching the movie, slowly dozing off.Claire was awakened suddenly by a loud banging at her door.What the..."Who's there?" she asked.There was an answer amidst the banging, but it wasn't any language Claire understood, definitely strange considering her military service as an overseas translator.Claire grabbed her old Colt M1911 from the bookshelf and tiptoed to the rattling and shaking front door. Carefully she flung open the door and.