Plato. Shakespeare – a collected works. A bible, old and worn with the now meaningless names in the front, but full of strange, mysterious stories. ...haucer – spelling a mess but with patience, wonderful stories. Poetry: Wordsworth and Dickenson. Books of wonder, books that staggered the imagination. Mother’s books. Precious and needing to be read. I was literal, Cindy was poetic. We talked, we argued. I found a book of Dad’s on gardens. Cindy found a can on the top shelf full of coins and paper. "Matt, this may be notthe right time but you would stay with me tonight?" Of course I will," I said and tried to temper my excitement that he wouldeven suggest such a thing."We have sex great, if we don't great. I want to fall asleep with you herewith me and hold you against me all night," Corey said."Corey just being with you is great," I said. "You know these bed aresmall." That's the best part of it," Corey smiled. "We better enjoy this while wecan. Who knows when we can do this again?". But that would hardly matter here, I thought – hell it could hardly survive the shock of being here – and it was true, she had skills. I began to run through them in my head, gathering my stuff together prior to heading to our seminar room to bring Zara and Patrice up to speed, decide what we should do next. Just as I gave Yvonne the nod that I was ready, just as she turned to leave the area, I felt it: A drop of rain, then another and another in a perfect simulation of a spring shower.. I was standing on the porch sneaking a joint when I heard someone come up behind me and almost jumped out of my skin. Holding the joint behind my back I turned guiltily to see who the intruder was, only to find this young woman looking into my eyes with her smiling face.She said that she wouldn't mind a hit if I wanted to share. I handed over the joint and in the process of smoking it to the nub I found out that she was Cheryl's younger sister Stephy.To my complete surprise she took no time in.