She looked at me and saw the tears streaming down my cheeks. I was in pain and the pain would not go away until Shelly recovered. I pulled myself toge...her as the service ended and Mother and I walked out into the warm noon sunshine. Pastor Ford thanked us for coming and said he would continue to pray for Shelly’s recovery. More surprising were the members of the congregation who stepped forward to offer their best wishes. Most of them had never met Shelly, but if she was part of the Williams. I shuffled through the stash to find the next episode of the previous season of Murder, She Wrote, then walked towards my VHS player, passing through Baxter silently eating his dinner and put the tape in. In my kitchen there was some stale bread, some crackers, a bit of jam and a few cans of coke, so I was set for the night. I grabbed the remote, undid my pants, slid them down and launched myself to the sofa wearing only my boxers and socks. My body glistened due to the accumulated sweat after. I'm staying away from major cities. I just wanted to get us out of Michigan, as quickly as possible."She nodded her head and looked under her blanket, and started laughing again."What?" I asked."You're, trying to kill me too," she laughed. "No wonder I'm so cold. Preston, when you put someone to bed, you're supposed to take their clothes off. That way the warmth of the blankets and their own body heat, can warm them up. Especially, when a person is in shock, like I was." Unh Uh," I said. "There. .One boring day like many others, as she was zapping through TV channels,she came across this one show where there were Egyptian belly dancersshowcasing their dancing ability. At once, her attention was caught. Shefound their belly and hip movements incredibly feminine and captivating.The music too definitely had something magical to it. It was a bit likethe notes hit a part of Ophelia's huge belly, tickling and slowly, butinsistently making her lose control of her body and easing her into.