"Anita and I are making some breakfast. Does everyone like French toast?" he said."Tony, do you even know how to make French toast?" Tina asked."Nope,...but Anita does. I'm just going to try and not burn some bacon," he said with a smile."Ahh, OK that's fine then."Rebecca beamed a smile at Tony when, twenty minutes later, he brought another tray up with three plates of French toast, bacon, and grits along with more juice and coffee. "I hope you're hungry. Anita's a cooking machine in there." Are. This can't be your worst task. Just take your shirt off".She started to take her buttons off one by one slowly, highly ashamed. "Please I have a family". The guy didn't seemed impressed with her laments and ordered her to continue. She finally took all buttons off and I could see her breasts hanging inside the bra. She was breathing heavily. The guy just stood there watching. He then walk towards her, unzipped her trousers and put his in tire hand inside my mom's pants, while the other hand was. “Oh, I see. So how do you guys do that, I mean, how do you actually figure out what is going to happen so far in the future?” She flicked her hair back as she said this, and this time he had to pretend to close his eyes briefly feigning one of those thoughtful looks that people get mid sentence, so as not to stare at her below her neck line. “Oh, it’s mostly computer derived information,” he turned to prepare the coffee as he said this. He went on to describe what his profession was all about. With a few deep breaths I lowered them down and immersed them. It felt freezing. After that I slid slowly down off the platform and submerged my body, up to my neck. I started to tread water and began to warm up, as I had expected to. The sound was incredibly calming and relaxing. The ripples were serene and brushed quietly around my skin. I could hear the lake meeting the edge of the dirt slope with a kiss as the moon delicately reflected the water up into the underside of the dock. I had.