She was waiting at my apartment every night when I got home from work. I'm sure that my mom knew what was going on and I wondered if Mrs. Ames also kn...w and if the two of them were back in their wedding planner mode.The week before Christmas Mr. and Mrs. Ames and Allison flew out to San Diego to visit some relative and I almost thanked God for the reprieve. Allison was flat wearing me out. She had been gone for two days and I had just gotten home from work when the doorbell rang. I answered the. .. maybe even do more." She paused. And when it became obvious I wasn't going to say anything she added, "I'd need this. Please?"I immediately looked her in the eyes. "Why? Why exactly do you need this? Can you tell me?"She thought a moment then looking away as if ashamed she mouthed the word, "No."I sat down next to her on the bed and covered her back up. I gently put my hand on the side of her face, and rubbed her cheek with my thumb and asked, "Does this have anything to do with the fact you. Let me know if you have any strong objections with either content or style. I probably won’t change a goddamn thing, but I just want you to FEEL that you have SOME editorial say in the story. Ha. Seriously, though, I’m looking forward to your feedback. If it’s not putting a wet spot in your shorts, then something’s wrong with it ... or you. ;)”I anxiously clicked on the file, downloading it to my desktop, and opened it up ... a growing hard tented my boxers before I had even read the first. "I need to go do a thing" and he was gone pretty quickly.Unfortunately, my phone started ringing. It was my dad who I hadn't spoken to in a few days. I answered my phone (thinking back... I would have just let the bastard ring and call him back, but actually thought what happened was kinda cool and I'm glad I answered). I remember talking to my dad and standing over her while she was laying on my bed. Her long brownish-blonde hair was fanned out over my pillow and taking up half of my twin.