A mansion that was not a home, just a house, where words like love, caring, feeling, empathy, were locked up in a dusty dictionary high on a shelf out...of reach.What made me feel so strange? I could not possibly have fallen in love with two twinkling eyes that promised warmth and understanding; that made me want to hold her tight in my arms. I ached to be next to her so much that I finally called her cell phone. When her musical voice answered I could only stammer a question."When can I see you. 'Funny,' Peter thought. 'He's only ten years older than me, he's got to be 30 years younger than Dad but I still think of him as "Old Father John."'"Peter, welcome home. Come walk with me, son. There will be time. Perhaps in a while he'll return to us, he comes and goes as the Lord wills these days." If you want, Father." I want."The air outside the house was slightly cool, they meandered down the old, familiar block, past the homes of friends and acquaintances, not speaking. The time was not. "What! has he beensuch a brute as to ruin you, Miss Alice! I'll murder him if hehas," she cried. ALICE. - "Softly, Lucy, not so loud, someone will hear you;he's done nothing yet, but I saw your pleasure when he put thatthing into your crack, and am determined to share your joys, sodon't be jealous, and we can all three be happy together." LUCY. - "It would kill you dear; that big thing of his wouldsplit you right up." ALICE. - "Never mind," kissing her lovingly, "you keep thesecret and I'm not. After a few moments, she pushed her remaining chips to Jason. She had gone all in for a hand she was sure would win. "Well.. I guess I'm out then... but I'm not ready to go to bed!" Drea whined."Yeah don't go to bed! We'd have a sausage fest then!" I replied.Jason's face filled with mischief and the empowerment of liquid courage. He took a sip, seeming to flex his bicep at the top of his mouth pour... "Y'know..." He paused and smiled at me... "There are other things you could gamble with!"Drea.