She was nearing my hidden point of view and, like previous voyeuristic stalking, my being rattled from either bad nerves or great anticipation, or bot.... I inhaled and held the air in my lungs, the preferred stealth tactic to keep any sounds of breathing for escaping to her ears. She was within no more than six feet of me and I knew what she would do. She stopped at the purple flowers and walked around the bush. I had discarded all of the flowers from the opposite side of the bush so that all. As I sat in the outhouse doing my business (something about that function seems to initiate introspective thought), I got to thinking about why Granddad had engineered this trip. Like Rhonda said, he probably wanted me to "grow a pair" and fend for myself, attain a little depth, as he put it. So was that happening? I mean, how could you tell? It's not like it's something you can measure, subjectively or objectively. And what did he mean by "depth" anyhow? All I could figure was that he meant. She was thrilled he came over. “I love you Chad Dempsey. Have I ever told you that before?” she told him with a huge smile canvassing her lips. “I love you, I love you, and I want you and your luscious body against mine all the time. And I mean that. I want it now. I want it tomorrow. And I’ll want it each and every day from here on forward” she went on to tell him. He was happy she said it as she went on to tell him “Make love to me. Make love, right now, and right here. I don’t care. Do it on. It had been a few days since his first, (admittedly inadvertent) trial of what Alex had just taken to calling “The Formula”. This was partly because he had felt he should go over the recipe with a fine toothed comb since he was, after all, feeding it to the women in his family. The really hot women in his family, Alex thought to himself as he looked around the table.Alex had previously thought that life was really unfair to him. He had noted every time that he had visited his friend’s houses.