Marigold looked up at him through slitted eyes. He walked past her, looking up and down the street, a pensive look on his face. Marigold sat up, "You'...e not going to bother Thule about work before school. Are you, sir?"Jonas shook his head in the negative without turning to face her. He fidgeted as if he didn't know what to do with his hands.Marigold stretched, "Is there something on your mind, sir?"Jonas paced to the end of the porch and back. Then, he asked, "Are you happy with Thule,. The sight put a dirty smile on Andrea’s face. She’d been begging Mark for them for weeks “Oh baby, I love them,” Andrea said. “I knew you would, naughty girl. Let’s see how they work.” Mark slowly unbuttoned Andrea’s silky blouse, his hands brushing across her white lace bra before reaching behind and deftly unsnapping the clasp. He pushed her bra up roughly, causing her nipples to harden. Andrea lay on the leather couch and spread her legs. "Eager, baby?” Mark whispered. Andrea bit her lower. I thought about it for a while, and one Tuesday I took my bike out for a ride, the Bible in one of the saddlebags. I rode for awhile, enjoying the day, before stopping at a park and finding a picnic table in the shade. Not knowing what I was looking for, I started reading the birth, deaths, the names of the spouse they married, the children they’d brought into the world, their record of spouse and children right up to Mom’s generation.Her birth and marriage were recorded, as were the births of. Could that have been the case? Jealousy? I guess I was smart and a bit of a know it all. My name is Eric and I'm a jack of all trades. I spend most of my spare time tinkering with things in my life, but I have also worked as a craftsman in my uncle's workshop and garage. I also have interests in science. I know how to make machines tick, but I don’t understand how people act most of the time. I decided I could not stay in my neighborhood when I was growing up. I needed to start my own life.