I moved my deck chair next to my mom’s. This was truly psychotic grass, where you can’t think or speak, but everything sensory seems to be underli...ed. I put my hand on her shoulders and began to stroke her lightly over the top of her back."Leaves fire trails..." she said slowly, referring no doubt to the sensation. I continued this for a while, then shifted to the tops of her arms. She seemed to shift her weight toward me to give me greater access. I was so stoned, that the last thing I could. That too. Did I mention we’re up for the East of England Estate Agent of the Year award?”“Once or twice,” said Tom.“Anyway,” Susan continued. “Maggie is as bad as Bob. You never used to see her in any other outfit than her micro-mini and white stilettos. Now she’s the model of a respectable housewife. She kept going on about her new Dyson.” Susan put on a fake, high-pitched voice. “Oh, it’s so wonderful—picks up so much more than my old vacuum. James Dyson is a genius. I swear you’d think she. 30 and went to the bathroom.When I went to the bathroom I saw light coming thru small opening in the door – obviously my parents had forgotten to latch the door and not bothered thinking we must be asleep .. I heard some rustling and muffle noise obviously dimmed by the cooler sound , some noise of the bangles and some strange noise .. I was getting incredibly curious and was unable to hold my pee but at the same time I wanted to know what is happening so I somehow silently did my pee but. " You might look into Jason's ancestry, there's something about him that's just plain wrong. His accent isn't your typical nudehampsta voice. I think he's the seat of responsibility in this mess. He was the worst one for trying to keep me out of the house." We'll be going ... we weren't here, remember?" Remember what?" Good boy." Hey! How do I get back to town? Is the water down?" I might as well have been talking to the wind ... at least it whistled ... not tonight though ... the fog was.