"Ugh... Mom... it's just you. I heard voices... whatever, I'm goingback to bed." Thank God, it was just Matt."Goodnight... honey...." I tried in my...best 'mom-voice'. I was stillin shock, completely stunned by the events that had just taken place."We have an early start tomorrow, let's get to sleep."I made my way to where I knew Mrs. Clark's room to be. Each step, Ifelt her aged body tremble, jiggle, and vibrate under the impact of herfeet. My thighs rubbed together slightly, and I felt my. She hadn’t been as put out as he had hoped by his forthrightness. She had just matched him, jest for jest. He liked how that made him feel. He liked how she made him feel, just sitting here talking about life. Mike hadn’t had an easy life. He had been abandoned by his birth parents before his first birthday. When he was four, he had been adopted by an older couple, who weren’t able to have children. When he was eight, his parents brought him home a brother. Mike was fascinated by his little. When Cookie awoke, the girl was dressed, boiling a fish over a Sterno. She’d fashioned a scarf out of some sacking and had it over her head. He knew she watched him while he washed his face.Shit! he decided. She’s still cold and gestured for her to keep the jacket.When she nodded, he could see the blue in her eyes.For fish stew, it wasn’t bad. Boiled fish is better than tinned beef. Maybe where she’s from, he decided, they know how to boil it better than we do.The breeze blew their lifeboat. I turn around as we reach the door to the guys shared room and see Matthew having to do the same thing with Ali. I giggle at her and then walk into the room, seeing a huge room with two full sized beds and a TV with countless entertainment electronics. As the door closes, I turn around to see Ali removing her dress, showing off her slightly pale skin, beautifully contrasted with the black lace bra and thong shes wearing. She walks towards me, ignoring the reaching hands from Matthew and grabs.