I’m telling you to come into my home and experience each moment, individually, for itself.’ An interesting phrase, Julie thought. She considered. ...��An hour, you say.’ Jay nodded, continuing to look at her with that intriguing half-smile. ‘Yes. But for that hour, you’ll do as I say without question,’ he said, his tone becoming more firm. ‘Oh really,’ she scoffed. ‘Now I know you’re trying to get me into bed.’ ‘No bed is involved,’ he replied steadily, the grin fading. ‘Come inside and you’ll. Now it is time to sort out my feelings and decide if I am to continue sexually re-exploring myself, or am I being victimized?At breakfast, Celia begged forgiveness and told me, "You know, dear, your mother used to brag to us girls about your father's rather prodigious 'pole'!" After she passed on," Celia continued, "and being a bisexual, I just had to try your daddy; but I swear that we NEVER did anything while your mom was alive, so help me." So how WAS daddy?" I asked, "After all, since you. {Morpheus here: This story is what Germans call a "Fingerübung", a finger excercise to test out how to structure and maintain a first complex story all of my own. As such, expect some newbie mistakes and such, even though I will try to dodge as many as I can. Also I don't expect to write more than a few dozen chapters deep. But who knows, it depends on the fun and inspiration I will have. Any constructive criticism is more than welcome and any feedback much appreciated. Thanks for your interest. At some point they will run out of money, time, or people to throw at me, and then maybe I'll get some peace." I stopped, knowing I'd said too much, and let her turn it all over in her head.Teri was alone with her thoughts for a long time before she said, "You handled yourself so calmly when you shot those guys in the helicopter. The children didn't see a thing. When it happened, I had them on the floor and was laying on top of them for protection, but I saw you pull that gun and shoot them.