Sally had gotten dressed, and was sitting at the table with Alex. They seemed to be planning our day for us, looking at a map of the village that show...d off all of the attractions available."Daddy, can we go to the mall?" Sally asked."I don't see why not. Is this a drop you guys off party, or am I allowed to tag along?" I asked jeering them a little, knowing that two teenaged girls probably don't want a forty-year-old man hanging around."A drop off trip. I need a new bathing suit, and some. .........and this is a story about one of those boys: "There was a boy in my ninth grade biology class............he was sweet; glasses, braces, zits, big nose, not too big, nerdy, smart, funny, really into music............kind of like me, I thought..but I was obnoxious and he wasn't................most girls did not give him a second look, but you know, Silkie was a little different...I know I'm not the only one, but when I was that age, I thought I was the ugliest little freak in the world,. . but, how can that be, am I dead?”“No, you’re not sweetie.”“But how, am I dreaming?”“My, my you have so many questions. The mind, it’s a very powerful instrument when it wants to be. You can call it a very vivid dream, an out of body experience, or a visitor’s pass to heaven.”Laura was bathed in a shimmering white mini skirt and very low cut top, her golden hair done up high glistened brightly.“Are you an Angel?”“I sure hope so, I am one,” she smiled.“I didn’t know Angels could look so. “Nobody can ever know, nobody at school, especially not mom, and even more especially not dad,” she warned. I already knew this had to be our secret.Jenny never kissed me, then or ever. Sexually I mean. Yeah she’s given me those polite public kisses that people expect a sister to give her brother at times and an occasional closed mouth kiss after sex, but she never kissed me passionately. I guess I understood why, even though I really wanted her to kiss me deeply and passionately more and more.