“Do you want me to take my top off for you dad?” I said as I raised my hands over my head as high as I could so that he got a clear view of my bus..., “Or do you want me just to squat down in front of you and slowly pull them off?”When I squatted in front of him, I turned round and the huggers had pulled down my shorts far enough for him to see half of my crease.I spun round again and grabbed hold of the impressive bulge in his pants. I pulled down his zip and lowered his trousers and pants. He had a hard time sitting through a meal. He was fidgeting in his seat, read all the labels on food boxes, and any grocery store advertisements that sometimes made their way to the kitchen. His mother fought against books and television during the family meals, which meant Alex was even more twitchy. His teachers noticed hyperactivity as well. In a depressingly familiar pattern, his parents dragged the formerly near-comatose Alex to medical professionals eager to diagnose new disorders.. Hearing the door shut behind him, Gerald turned to watch Joan lock all three of the locks on her door. A single woman could never be too careful, after all. Gerald shook his head, chuckling to himself.Joan turned around, and the smile on her face turned to a look of shock and horror as she saw Gerald's hand hurtling toward her left breast, syringe extended. She made a feeble attempt to back up and block him, as well as a tiny noise that may have been the beginning of a scream, but the speed. I wondered at that too, with this beautiful woman clinging to my arm. Was I a broken-winged bird to her?“Remember, Mary, that Mildred already loved us both almost equally. We’d all been close ever since we learned how to walk and talk. I loved them both, also almost equally, and I know Tom loved me almost as much as he loved her. Mildred fell in love with him while she fell out of love with me, and I could do nothing at all about it other than read the signs in her letters from home, and wait.