He didn´t even bother with closing the door and in a second Eric was in his room. Jessica looked one more time at her brushed teeth and left the bath...oom. Still just in her night shirt and panties she quickly jumped back in her bedroom. She used to wake up early so she has time to clean up and prepare for school but today she really overslept. In hurry, she lifted her shirt, took it off and threw it right on the pink sheets on her bed. Her bed was a real mess. She sleeps like an infant but she. He came by a time or two for our order, but I told him we were waiting on some friends and I'd let him know when we were ready to order, slipping a generous tip in his hand so I didn't come off like the asshole that I really am. He smiled as if he was used to dealing with assholes and walked off to another table. I'm working on my third beer and playing footsie with Sheila under the table when this attractive couple walked up. "Mr. Allen, I presume? "Yeah, but you can call me Woody". At this,. Lisa's eyes opened and she smiled, shifting over to make room for me to sit on the bed. As soon as I sat down, she closed her eyes again."Start from the beginning," she said, sqiggling into the covers.So I started the bullshit, relating how I had gone to Eleyna's house for dinner. I described what her mom had made and was pleased by the impatient twitching my detailed descriptions produced in my sister's bottom. I smiled to myself. I managed to drag the story out with all the boring minutia I. He had his wife and she brought him joy. But both their children had died. They hadn't been strong enough to survive the harsh conditions of the recent economic downturn. Peter blamed Hoover, Laura blamed herself. And many a time, Peter would have to comfort Laura when she mourned their lost children. He loved her, and her pain hurt him. They were like one person in at least that respect.***Peter arrived in the town to find the stuff horror stories were always made of. The normally peaceful.