You think?But wait! Now there are strange noises coming through the door to the guest bedroom. Rhythmic noises. Like squeaky bed springs when someone ...s jumping on the bed. And moans. Like when someone has a stomach ache.Hear Dick say "I think they're jumping on the bed!"Hear Jane say "I don't think so. That's not allowed."Isn't that typical? Teenaged siblings never seem to agree on anything, do they?Hear Dick say "It sounds like Aunt Jill has a stomach ache in there."Hear Jane say "I bet she. So ... I wonder what happened to the bottles with a shot missing. While I was contemplating the existence of partial bottles of eleven hundred dollar bottles of scotch we stopped at a secure post. My ID didn't get us through but the cutie did.Sure enough ... after passing through the secure gates at Downtown, we pulled into a posh hangar."That's NOT a Cessna!" I said."Nope," said the pilot. "It's an Angel 44." Where's my X?" Island Home is too short," he said. "Too short for any jet." Oh." I. "I feel the same way. I just don't want you to think that I want to have sex with you or anything." I know. It's not about sex. It's just about closeness." Exactly," he smiled. "As long as we both understand that."While her body certainly felt nice, he also knew he was in danger of enjoying it too much. He threw off the covers and sat up. Brit continued to lie there with an affectionate smile on her face as she gazed at him. He smiled back, then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Then. Or maybeit was the hangover. Either way I fell back asleep until well into theafternoon. I fixed something to eat and stayed on the couch nursing myhead until it was time for bed. The ring of the alarm clock woke me up. I stayed in bed trying to forgetthe weekend. Then I remembered the phone call from Andrea. Rachel won'tbe coming in anymore. I'm on my own now. That thought got me out of bed.I shaved and tried to comb my hair again. However, not combing it whileit was wet had been a mistake..