I could tell Ben noticed them looking at me also. I felt bad as I could tell he was feeling a bit uncomfortable. I just ignored them and gave Ben my...full attention.After a few fancy cocktails, I loosened up and had the courage to reach across the table and hold his hand. Eventually, he placed his hand on my bare thigh as I sat there with my legs crossed. His hand was big, soft, and warm. I could feel myself quivering as he ran his hand slowly up and down my thigh. I was definitely. When he joins them they pull him in on it. During this time Brock grabs a quick bite to eat, noticing that it is getting close to time for him to catch the bus to school. Both his parents realize at the same time that they have to get going to work too.After saying their goodbyes, the boy grabs his backpack and is ready to head out the door when he hears a thump upstairs. Since his room is over the kitchen, he knows exactly what it was, or at least who. He feels the slight movement in his jeans. The mist mutes the world outside. It's eerie how little sound there is. Silvery shards of moonlight bounce from the swirling particles, a soft diffuse glow permeating the gloom. I watch shapes form, morphing from individual droplets to fingers to spheres to ethereal limbs that solidify then drift apart. The clearing almost seems alive.Alive.A thumping begins in my head. Low-level at first, then with increasing intensity until it builds to a degree that makes me wonder if not taking the meds was. Well, I better go shower now," he replied before walking off."Wait..." Lauren quickly said. "It seems like we've been fighting a lot lately, and since I'm home and I'm not tired, why don't you let me give you a massage after you shower? I'm sure it would help you relax."He stood there looking puzzled for a moment. "Has someone k**napped my mother and replaced her with a clone? You've never offered to do that before." Can we please have a day without fighting? I'm trying to make a real effort.