"I scooted.Dinner was good, and the mood was upbeat. I feared that Mom might be a little subdued and standoffish, but she wasn't. She was practically ...bullient. She made jokes, laughed, and Dad and I were right along with her. We had fun together, and it was so much fun that I can't even remember what we had to eat. I do remember that Mom was radiant. My mind kept wandering, though, and several times Mom or Dad had to get my attention to repeat what they had said."Bill. Where on earth is your. Now, Jimmy had taken one in the chest to keep our girl out of their clutches. Not that I had any definitive plan for my life but if I had, this wouldn't have been it. To top it all off, now there was a team of professional bodyguards protecting my ass. Well, actually, they were here to protect Bonnie's ass but they might not even know that. If I ever wrote an autobiography, this chapter would certainly be the most interesting.Sarah came into the kitchen wearing a short terry robe and her hair. I was sitting there, enjoying the sunset, when Andrea appeared and stood before me."I've seen a fair amount of plowing," she said, hands on hips, unsmiling. "But that's pretty sorry looking. And most men can do ten acres a day, you know, unless it's been fallow a while." Bit out of practice," I said, feeling a blush rising."What have you been doing?" Killing people," I said.She made a wry mouth, stepped past me and disappeared into the house. I had not been expecting an invite to her bed, but I. She froze suddenly when my hand pressed against her crotch. She sighed loudly."Anyone ever touch you here before?" I asked her.She shook her head."You ever touch your little pussy?" I asked."I... I..." she stuttered."Tell me. Do you stroke your tiny pussy?" I asked more forcefully."Yes... so... sometimes..." She turned her head away from me."Did you touch yourself thinking of me and Jackie?" She kept her eyes closed and her head turned. "Yea... you did, didn't you..." My fingers dug into her.