“That's why you do this? To see if I still love you?” “Partly.” “Partly? What does that mean?” A dreamy smile flitted across her face. “... also fall in love.” “You love Marco?” he asked, his face falling, his voice trembling. “I loved all of them.” She sighed. “Our loves were great bonfires burning brightly. But the fuel doesn't last long and the fire burns out. I was already finding Marco tiresome. He was always wanting to work instead of paying attention to me.” “So you don't love me?” Dean. .stay calm . . . stay calm". I quickly placed the fallen book back ontop of the stack and straightened it out. I turned around to look upthe stairs to see if anyone had heard anything. "Shit . . . a light!" Hello?" a voice rang out from upstairs. "Is anyone there?" Therewas a long pause and then . . . "Call the police Lisa, I think thatthere's someone downstairs . . . I'll get the gun." Shit! He's coming!" I thought. I spun around and turned off thecomputer. As the stairwell lights. “There’s also this photo…” he pressed a button and the image changed. This time it was Kayla kneeling on a bed wearing pink panties and covering her breasts with her hands. “…or this photo.” The image changed to the same setting with Kayla’s hands on her hips and breasts completely exposed. “She’s a beautiful girl.” Chelsea panicked. She ran around the desk, pushing past her father’s legs to stand in front of the computer monitor with her arms out wide to block his view. “You weren’t supposed. " He replied, "I am serious." She then shot back, "Strip poker?" Bill replied, "C'mon, have a little fun with us. We're the last ones here and it would be a great way to wrap up the night!" My wife said, "I'm not sure about this. What if your brother comes down here?" He answered, "He can play too if he wants. C'mon, you'll have a good time. Besides, we're all family here, aren't we?" She finally agreed, "Ok. But only a couple hands then I have to get back to some cleaning." Wow, my wife was.