That is what he thought until he got to his parent's house. Last time he was home it was just a shed on their property, but now the house was finished...and stood three stories, with birds nest type structure that pierced the air above the house. Jakob smiled to himself; his parents always were odd. As he pulled into the driveway his mother Dana burst from the front door and pulled Jakob in a hug before he was even out of the car. Jakob laughed and returned his mother's embrace as his father. The discussion wound down and they agreed to conference again at the same time the next evening.President Bush was clearly not impressed with what he was watching. One of his aides had burned the images from the 'Surviving in Scotland' web site onto disc and he was seeing it for the first time. He now had a face for the teenager who he had been sending messages to. He listened to the speech the boy made and harumphed at the simplistic messages."Who does this boy think he is? Winston Churchill?. Our older daughter Jessica, an athletic blonde, was seventeen years old, a junior in high school, a cheerleader and an honor student. Our younger daughter Cassandra was fifteen and a freshman, brunette and a bit of a rebel, and had a sharp mind. We lived in a nice brick two story house, not too old, in a solidly middle class neighborhood. When we moved in, next door was a family of what would charitably be called white trash. We were glad (at the time), to see the family next door move out.Then. We became friends and started chatting. We were chatting for days and nights. Being single and in college, I had a lot of time to give her. We spoke over the phone a few times as well and she loved my voice. She always told me that my voice made her fall in love with me before even seeing me or my pictures. So, one day we were chatting and we decided to meet up. I told her to wear the red saree I saw on her profile picture. She was hesitant because her parents might doubt.Then she told me to.