I just want you to know that I'm not angry with you or anything," Christine said trying to comfort her daughter.Laura's bottom lip quivered as she cri...d. "Mom, I can explain. Michael and I were just... we were just experimenting."Christine knew that wasn't true. She had heard Laura clearly tell her brother how much she is in love with him between kisses. He had said the same thing to her. If in fact her children were lovers she had to try to find a way to cope with it. She wasn't going to let. It was where I retreated when Iwas nervous or worried. Music has no gender, no inference other than thenotes on the page, and nobody cares what you wear. They only want tohear the music. Sadly, up to that point I had been so caught up in thestruggle to find myself that I had neglected playing. Being selfabsorbed does not lead to relaxation. He sat the music in front of meand I began to play. The tempo of the music drew me inward and I forgotall about my worries, Ralph kissing me and everything. Is there anything else before I order the strike ... What! What the ... who the hell are you? What are you doing in my office? Guards, marines... intruders ... intruders!"The President rose halfway out of his chair but sat quickly down again when he saw his men frozen in their seats, their faces stiff, mouths open, eyes open but not blinking. They seemed paralyzed.Four figures stood behind them: two short, elderly figures wearing buckskin clothing and headbands with beaded symbols. Shimmering. “Looking for this?” I asked as I held up the bikini top with it wrapped around my fingers. Jill let out a small shriek of surprise as she bolted around.“Zach, you scared me!” She exclaimed. It was only then that she looked at her titties and covered them with her arms.“Relax, I was standing in the hallway for a few minutes, I’ve seen them.” I said.“You were spying on me?!” She said angrily. On cue, I tossed the bikini top to her. She caught it and began to calm down, just as I planned.“I wasn’t.