The alcohol and the movement of the RV caused her to sway. She placed her hand on the table to balance herself. She looked down at her husband. His he...d hung between his shoulders. His hand grasped his half full glass.“Come on, baby! Let’s take a nap.”John looked up at his wife and leered. That was one of their code phrases for having sex. He partially turned in his chair, looking at the back of their son’s head. Normally they waited until they had set up camp before they got a little crazy.. I thought for a moment but couldn't really think of anywhere else to go. "Do you have like a secret hideout or someplace we could go to?" I asked her, more halfhearted than hopeful. Praxis was silent for a moment before she finally surprised me with, "Yes... I know where we can go." A minute later, I was flying through the air again, this time having Praxis give me directions rather than advice. And as we flew, I was burning with curiosity as to where she was having me go. I was unable to help. # I wish, desperately, with all of my heart and soul, my very being, that that is where the story ended. That is where the credits had rolled. But there is a little left after all, for the proper context. Context, my dear friends – my dear daughter, is everything. In stories, in relationships, in love, and in life. # It was Abby that said Beth should come and stay with us after you were born. After all, we had a six bedroom house that was paid for. It was a million times better than Anna’s. She has sent him off to dress on his own.She uses the damp towels to clean her smeared secretions from both the expansive closet floor and her bedroom. While moping up the evidence of what amounted to the best sexual encounters shes had in the three and a half years since her mother so thoughtfully sold her virginity. Her smile just won’t go away. The past 36 hours have been straight out of a story book. Well, a perverse porn novella. But still It’s almost an hour later by the time she catches.