Her parents are not back from work yet. Their house that she can see from her front window is dark and quiet. As she stretches out her legs to relax f...om the day, her incorrigible fingers have gone exploring under her woolen skirt, seeking the toasty warmth between her thighs. After the many frustrating years of her teens, Emily has learned to let these marauding hands do as they like and enjoy the rides, which at times can be overwhelming. Her sharp meaty smell now rises to mingle with the. I was standing next to the tree when they walked in. Her dad said what the Hell is this he was pointing at the tree. I told him Leila had called me to come help her out the tree up. He looked around and asked where she was. I said she went that way pointing down the hall. He yelled for her and she came in wearing a pair of cut off sweat pants and a tank top. What's wrong she said? He said it to warily for the tree. She said aww dad it helps start the Christmas spirit. She took my arm and said. She hardly spoke, never cleaned, never cooked, really just spent most of her time on the back porch smoking cigarettes. Tommy also had a younger sister who was never at home. I was always grateful for that, his sister always gave me odd looks and was far too touchy for a girl her age, which made me speculate about their family’s closed door activities. I, however, was pretty much just your normal dorky kid. I was quiet, reserved, and usually polite to those I didn’t know. I spent most of my. He said that it was possible if it pertained to survival. I said "You damn betcha. Setting up this diesel generator's gonna kill me." He got the idea. An LP gas based generator was doable within the week. He asked me for the model of the radio and gave me a frequency assignment. I headed home for a break.I parked the truck and went inside my trailer for a sandwich and a nap. Later I took the bike across town to get my pickup. I kept the bike. It seemed like a reasonable spare, and it wasn't.