Its like, “Oh yeah, that’s right, I’m not a kid anymore, I’m an old guy!” It’s hard to ignore the wrinkles at the corners of my eyes or th... graying hair at my temples, much as I try. At any rate, it’s while I’m on a long run along the trails near my house that this story begins… As I do most days of the week, today I find myself running hard down the wooded path. It’s a beautiful area, extremely picturesque and, as usual, it’s totally uninhabited. I can’t remember the last time I saw someone. In the night after dinner, I went to my room and started acting like I was studying and eagerly waited for her. I wore just a boxer and a t-shirt just in case it will be easy to remove and jump over her. At around 11 pm after everyone slept mom came to my room. She was wearing a violet satin nighty which was a perfect fit for her body and showcased her assets wonderfully. She stood there silently. I asked her to sit on the floor opposite to me. She asked, “Do you really need to see my…?” and. .”“Your Dad used to bring you to my Dad’s place in Virginia back when you were five or six years old. I’d take you out fishing on the dock while our Dad’s talked business.”“That old house on the river?”“Yes.”“I had forgotten all about that.”Sunset comes late in the evening during the middle of summer. It was nearly eight thirty and a bare trace of the sun was just hovering above the horizon. Peter walked across the huge yard of a century old Virginia house. There was a lawn chair parked under a. Just about the right time, to eat, shower and go down to the mall.I showered, gave the prepared food a shot of electricity in the microwave, ate and changed into fresh clothes. I headed over to the mirror for a last look, and then I would be on my way.Just as I looked one final time in the mirror, I heard a key in the lock. The door opened and my sister Kaisa entered; she had told my folks that she's stop in once a day."Hi," she said, surprisingly sounding down in the dumps, because she was.