She now knows that I love her and that her love for me is also a romantic love that we must hold carefully for years before it can be allowed to bloss...m fully."I thought that it was difficult to remember that March was only eleven years old when talking with him. His thought processes and maturity were beyond any eleven year old I had ever heard of. We left them in the living room and headed upstairs to our bed.Laura said, "What should we do, Paul?" What is there to do? We're faced with a son. “Just one little moment,” she said. “Get up, please andhelp me to remove the latex cover from the bed.Otherwise it’ll be damaged.” Then she left the bedroomand returned with Max.“What do you have in mind for him? Is he meant towatch?” Sandy asked with astonishment.“No, you are meant to watch now!” Andrea replied, saton the bed and commanded Max to climb the bed, too.Sandra didn’t understand, but she waited patiently forthe things that. His facial features were all wonky like he had been in one too many fights in his life, he watched me as I watched him, a smile on his lips that seemed sinister to say the least. The shorter man was around my height, and looked more than double my age. He was a stocky and his belly clearly created a shadow over his jeans. His hair line was receding and his face showed signs of wrinkling but his expression seemed playful, his eyes seemed delighted, so much so that they were the only thing. So I stretched him out with a gentle tap on the chin, grabbed a pitcher off some abandoned table (well it looked abandoned to me) and left. Can I help it if the sink broke off the wall in the bathroom? I wasn't the one on it. Talk to Carol.Okay, that all pretty well settled where I was last night, or my last conscious night. Now what was going on here now? I tried moving my hands. No Luck. I could seem to move my feet however.My musings where broken by the bed bouncing. "Hey there, Sleepin'.