It had started raining around five that morning and as Jean rolled over onto her side she heard the now familiar sounds of her 23 year old daughter an... her 18 year old boyfriend making love in the next room. The creaking of their bed, the squeaking of the box springs as they moved together, the muffled sounds of their words of endearment to each other, each and every sound they made brought back memories to Jean. Oh God, she thought, how long had it been since she had the warmth and comfort of. “Do you want some breakfast, dear?” Her mother asked.“Yes, please. That bacon smells delicious.”“What are your plans for today,” June’s father asked.“I haven’t made any plans. I do have to go to Roger’s and bring his newspaper and mail into his apartment. Other than that, I’ll play it by ear. Why do you ask? Do you need some help at the store?” June hoped her father would say yes. If he did, she would have an excuse to avoid Alice today.“No. I was just asking. This time of year, the store is. ..”“I know, Marie. I know.”We were interrupted by a car that stopped in front of the garage. Karen stepped out and picked up her shoulder bag which contained her new laptop. Then she noticed me, Marie - and Paul - standing by the door. She looked at me, and then at Marie, and finally at Paul. When she looked at Paul, recognition hit her. She stopped and turned back to the car before I could say a thing. I heard Marie curse in French, and then she pushed Paul at me.“Please, hold your son for a. I felt him relax slightly. “Stand up,” I told him. He obliged, tripping over his half-pulled down jeans. The boy spit out the kitchen roll, and started to pull up his pants, staring at his feet again. “No, no,” I laughed, mockingly. “I'm nowhere near done with you yet, boy. Take them off.” He looked at me, eyes wide. I showed him the leash in my hand, tugging slightly. Daring him to disobey me. That was all the warning Frankie needed; he was out of his clothes in under thirty seconds. I.