I walk over to his door, knock, no answer. Hmmm his truck is here, he must be home. I ring his door bell... nothing. I knock harder and his door opens...a bit. Strange maybe he had to rush inside or something. "Hello?" I call out... "Jerry!" I yell. I walk into his house, now normally I don't make a practice out of this... but I get a little thrill in the pit of my stomach. My ears perk up as I hear a whisper of a moan. What sounds like a feminine moan... Hmmmmm well alright Jerry! I smile,. I hesitated for a moment, realizing that my quiet play wouldsoon have a voice, but I bubbled with excitement, actually holding myhands together and pressing them firmly to my chest. My breakfast lay,as always, uneaten on the coffee table.Elsa, Queen of Arendelle said happily, "Olaf, watch me skate!"Olaf, magic-talking snowman said, "Sure, Elsa! I love to watch youskate! It's so fun!"Gone was the bathroom, replaced with a private ice skating rinkpositioned on top of a mountain. The ice stretched. [Added July 22]Dad got home at 3:20. He and I, wearing only our aprons, prepped the corn for the grill and got everything else ready to go. When Mom called to let us know she was heading for home, we fired up the grill. Of course, unlike the Devlins’, our yard is partly open to the neighbors’ view, so we cannot do the naked thing out there. Bummer.My phone sang out its incoming-text jingle. I looked at the phone to confirm my suspicion that Carol and Rhee are here, then headed to the front. I squatted onto my haunches and looked at the secluded spot where she had disrobed and eroticised, when I noticed the unmistakable shape of a small bell in the sand. Stepping onto the sand, I reached down and gathered up the small, silvered bell and closed my fingers around it and smiled. The sound came to my ears as clearly as the night before as I closed my eyes and felt the cold hardness of the small bell in my palm. When I opened my eyes the sound was still there, a jingling of more than.