Other times I can be doing something really productive like watching a baseball game or hockey game or even making one of my masterpieces in the kitch...n. The little vixen will get on my shoulder and almost yell into my ear to start typing, listen to her and start writing the story she wants to get out.Her latest method of communication is to appear as I drive to a customer. My mind is focused on curing some strange problem discovered or imagined by the customer and my cute little flitter will. I could tell Janette was drunk when she started talking about her life with my uncle being so busy on his work, and that he couldn’t give her time. Nelson didn’t want to hear it, I think he had listened this kind of shit all the time, and went up to sleep.I continued listening to Janette’s talking. Then we talked about the incident earlier, and I said how lucky those guys to touch her breast. I said that now my uncle was not the one who touched her. I was stunned when she responded that. ‘God, what is it about you? I feel like I could do anything. Act out any fantasy.’ I looked deep in her eyes. ‘You just may.’ ‘Oh god. Just fuck me. I need you in again me so bad.’ ‘When I’m ready.’ ‘What about when I’m ready?’ I spun her around. She face the world naked, her beautiful breasts bared for all to see. I grabbed her by the wrists and brought them down, holding them firmly until she got the idea. Then my hands slid up her sides, moving forward to touch her stomach and then up until. When they continued to the very top of the hill and turned into the Old Wheeler mansion she gasped. "This is the old Wheeler mansion. What are we doing here?"Tom smiled at her, "I bought the old place last year and had it fixed up. I find the place rather comfortable." Janet couldn't believe his words; comfortable? It wouldn't be one of the ones that she would have chosen, but realized that it was all what you were accustomed to. Many people would probably think the same thing about Magnolia.