After a couple of hours of work, I finished my daily quotas and decided to lie down for a nap. When I woke up, I logged back on to the forum and looke... back at the exercise bike story to see if the author had updated. To my surprise, the post was gone. I dug deeper and realized the author was no longer a member either. There was no admin note of a suspension or anything, so he obviously just deleted his account.“Okay, now you’ve got my attention,” I mumbled aloud. He had been a forum member for. Naw, I ain't got any cups. Just use the lid. Don't poke the cork back in the thermos too hard. It's getting old and hard to pull out.Munchies? Yeah, I got munchies. What's your pleasure: Powdered donuts or the chocolate covered ones? No, the wild rice brats are for our island cook out lunch later. Stay out of the buns... they are to wrap around our brats. Trust me. Eat a donut. If ya' want bananas and oranges, get in Ma's boat.That's better. Brush the powdered sugar off your lap. You look like. ”“You make her sound like a horse,” Mum smirked. “Is she shapely?”I nodded enthusiastically and mimed big boobs with my hands before I remembered I was talking to my mum! She collapsed half under the table in convulsive giggles. What a cool mum!“Charlotte. Charlie. That’s a sweet name,” mum added when she had finally composed herself. “When will I get to meet her?”It was refreshing to have girl friends. Suddenly computer gaming and the lads I hung out with seemed babyish, belonging to a former. In the bathroom I discovered that Anniehadn't been completely thorough. Amongst all the cabinets and drawersthere was a half empty bottle of metallic teal nail polish, the stub endof a tube of reddish brown lipstick, a stray hair barette, a blisterpackof birth control pills, and the dregs of a rolled up tube of toothpaste.A small emory board got overlooked under some books on the living roomcoffee table. And at the back of the closet, under the hanging rack ofclothes and behind a gym bag that.