“We’re your mums,” she said with a catch in her voice. “We’ll always love you.”Becky was sobbing for England in her mother's arms, we look...d across at each other, and our tearful sobs suddenly changed into tears of joy.“We’ve got our own little house.” then we hugged each other.There was nothing inside it, nothing at all, but the four of us spent hours measuring up and deciding what to buy for where.It was a magical afternoon, I think our mothers enjoyed it almost as much as we did. It was two. It consisted of people who believed that cocks and cunts were instruments for pleasure and should be shared whenever possible.She learned about activities that brother Thad had been involved in since he graduated from Gracely House. It was customary for young men to receive special attentions from older gentlemen in the community. Young men such as Thad would be pulled aside by one of the men to "relieve tension," as the men called it. It could happen at a social occasion, at a business meeting. I figured Stacy must have been home for at least an hour. I had this expectation of the kids in front of the television, maybe eating dinner there, and Stacy setting up a more serious 'adult' dinner for us. I hoped she had some wine ready. I'd had 'one of those days' and the traffic hadn't helped.I walked into the house and all was quiet. Well, it was nearly quiet. There were no children around, but I did hear some kind of groan from our bedroom wing. I needed to change clothes anyway, so I. Nervousness grew in my belly – should I have even come in? I made my way over to the inviting bed and sat on the soft mattress, bouncing slightly under my weight. I squeezed handfuls of the blanket in my fingers. I wanted to lie down, just for a few minutes. I removed my boots and laid myself across the bed, pulling the blanket over my body. It was, admittedly, very cozy, and the warmth relaxed me into sleepiness. I closed my eyes. I wouldn’t sleep for too long. * I woke with a start,.