They were brown, burnt sienna, and sand. They would suit the room perfectly. I didn’t bother to check for Yolanda’s expression. I was sure it woul...n’t be pleasant. I went back in, and uncovered a nice maple rocking chair, almost the same finish as the floor. ‘Here’s something for mom when she’s doing her sewing,’ I announced to the kids. It was the next thing into the truck. A goose-neck floor lamp with an adjustable neck followed, again the right thing for close work, in or out of the rocking. Itwas a unique experience for him, never being alone - one he got used tovery quickly. Just like he got used to sharing: opinions and emotions;fun and experiences - and a million ways to find beauty.Trust was built up by myriads of little things like that - slow andsweet and wonderful. Could it really be shattered in a moment?Parker' voice wormed through the door's wood in response to hisknocking.The woman wasn't behind her desk.She stood in a back corner beside overstuffed club chairs. When I went to the kitchen…. I tried to be bold andacted normally and she also acted normally…. Now afterdinner I took courage and told her that I would sleep inher room… And I told her a foolish reason…I knew it wasupon this answer…. If she agreed… It meant she isinterested…. and she agreed….I was now on moon….And was hungry for her… I ate the medicine and I knowI need to satisfy her by fucking her long….I was waiting for her….She came in the room…She hadalready changed her clothes….She came. She said. I had fun with you today. Jake turned and walked back to his sister. Oh my God, I did too. he said, You dont work tomorrow do you? Tamara smiled and shook her head Will you give me another blow job tomorrow? he asked Yea&hellip,..will you eat me out tomorrow? she said Jake smiled and nodded his head. He turned around and headed for his room and then looked back and waved at his sister. It was 11:00pm and Jake still could not get to sleep. The only thing he could think about was his.