I’m going to destroy whoever is doing this to me.”“It is Sean,” Debbie said inching back from the table. She looked around nervously and said,...“He can move things with his mind.”“Come on, Barbie,” Tom said pausing to pull a piece of paper from his mouth.“Don’t call me Barbie,” Debbie said angrily. She stood up and said, “When Sean does a number on you, don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”Tom watched Debbie walk off. Shaking his head, he said, “I wonder what’s wrong with her?”Sean and Suzie were. The Berkeley fog was absent. The warm plate in front of me on the patio table was piled with soft scrambled eggs, ham, and an English muffin. My silence, soaking up the slanting sun, kept others quiet. Nancy was across from me, looking luscious and professional at the same time. No bra and breasts proudly poking out the front of the tee. Hair carefully brushed and tied back. A hint of makeup and lip gloss. I smiled and gave her a dark look, staying silent. She smiled back and gave me the. While the weather had been much warmer the past couple of days and I was feeling like I needed to get out and relax in the sun. I put on one of my older 2 piece bathing suits that I enjoy sunning in and headed out to the backyard to relax. I had been warming the swimming pool and sauna the past day or so and it felt good when I put my foot in. I set up my sun chair and was getting ready to relax when I decided I needed something to drink. I went into the kitchen and got myself a nice bottle. I took two steps back, opened the door fully and tilted my head slightly. She returned my shy smile and walked in. So relaxed and casual had been the wrong call. She was in boots, partly covered by a black calf length skirt, a crisp white blouse topped by a bolero shrug. Formal and classical. She parked her pull along case beside the wardrobe and hesitated. A thread of fear ran through my gut, if I hesitated too the moment may be lost. I walked behind her and placed my hands gently on her.