"They won't be home." Ryan set the guitar down, stood and stretched. "JT's last game of the season is in North Carolina, and Dad decided he wanted to ...ake it a big trip. I can't get the time, and I don’t want to go anyway. Evan's going with them. They wanted to do the traveling tomorrow. Even if I could get the time, I can't say Thanksgiving dinner at a rest stop on I-95 sounds like a fun proposition." "No, me neither." Lara shook her head. "Okay, well, I think Mom's planning dinner for about. If the beach was deserted, she'd take off her top as she played with him and, if she left me a note saying where she was, I'd go to the cove after work and from the top of a small hill, I'd watch them romping around. I'd just arrived at the top of the hill when I heard the sound of a jet boat charging across the lake, headed for the marina which was about a mile south. She hadn't apparently noticed me on the hill yet, nor had our dog. They were both watching the jet boat, and from my perch, I. Turning slowly, she walked back inside, but left the screen door open. Reed lay in the bed, in a deep sleep. She had made sure of that, by dropping a couple of sleeping pills in his glass of water he’d drunk before bed. His mind was always fixated on several scientific problems at once, and so he often found it hard to sleep. To remedy this, he’d developed sleeping pills of his own design, and Sue had used a double dose to make sure that her time with her Dark Master would not be. A few minutes or two pass by and I put the book back. I reach for the second book on the bottom shelf not even realizing what I am grabbing. It was one of the “Grey” books. Fuck. I put it back and he starts walking towards me. I bend over and grab the Third book. He is now almost directly behind me. I stand up and start to fake read the book. He leans over to me and says. “My name is Mr. Smith. Your husband was not joking when he said you had nice legs.” He chuckles. “Look to your left. That.