I listened to the car door shut and then listened as dad revered up the engine and left. I returned to chatting with a friend on Facebook. I felt as t...ough a set of eyes had settled upon me as I lie on my bed, on my stomach, keystroking a message back to a college friends about our social-economics class.I gazed back over my shoulder and saw Eric standing in the doorway.“I can’t get over how much you have grown up,” Eric said.I turned onto my side and looked in his direction.“It happens,” I. It’s no big deal.” I comforted her. “My dad is teaching me to drive on a stick shift and I stalled it quite a few times. Don’t worry about it. “Yeah, I know, but still. Everyone is staring at you and waiting for you. It just sucks. I hate driving a stick. Stick SHIFT Brett. As in a truck with a clutch. Don’t get any ideas.” “Too late. You know me. You know that any teenage guy can turn anything said into a sexual desire at a moment’s notice. Sorry. I’ll calm my thoughts. We gotta get this shit. Communications were run on a closed circuit limited to, and only to, the estate grounds. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, raising his fist to use the large dragon-head knocker in the dead center of the rich mahogany doors. Before he could touch the brass, the door swung open, and there stood a tall, old skinny man with tired eyes and whitening hair. "Ah you must be Mr. Doe. Please do come in." The old man beckoned John inside and closed the door behind him. "My name is Martin. I didn't ask where her sister had gone, instead, I focused on her."Hello, Jennifer. My name is Michael and I seem to have misplaced my memory!" I quipped.She was too intent to get it at first, then, finally, she giggled so I continued."I have been told we are cousins, which usually means we have met each other before. But since I can't remember it, and believe me, I don't think it's possible to forget someone as pretty as you, would you tell me a little about yourself, and maybe some secrets.