We stopped in Saint Johns and looked at the many CBA rental homes. Sad ... my growing up home is still law offices ... but I don’t recognize the nam... on the sign. All the rest of the houses on my one block street are gone.We passed through Lansing on the way back to Belleville. Everything is gone ... REO is a big grassy field ... torn down and remade. All the places I used to go.They say, you can never go home. But that isn’t true; home went away. Trash took over.In Belleville, we went to. "After all, it is my house." He seemed to draw strength from the excitement."No, you just sit there and be quiet. You're an invalid, you know." Zelda tossed him a half smile. "I'm getting ready to stick this little Beretta right up against this dude's manly parts and pull the trigger. I am getting very impatient and it's my period time. You know how cranky I get then." Jesus, you people are crazy!" The intruder looked again at Gordon. "What do you want to know?" He looked around as if seeking a. John just stripped down to his boxers and Cassy took off her pants and shirt, which left her in only her bra and underwear. They got into bed and John took Cassy into his arms to hold her tight. He kissed her on the forehead and told her goodnight. He drifted off to sleep not soon after. Men, was all Cassy could think once he fell asleep. They can sleep anywhere at any time. They could probably doze off to sleep standing up. Cassy laughed at herself for thinking that one. Cassy lay there lying. I know that it is the beginning of a fantastic climax. It is like the waves of the ocean, crashing over the shore, ebbing and flowing, each one stronger and more forceful and deeper into the soft wet sand, only to ebb into the depths of the ocean, and rush back with even more force. Soon there is no more ebbing, only the constant incoming rush of feelings, sensations. The breath is stolen from my lungs as I call out his name. I hear him utter a curse, and he thrusts into me one last.