"Thank you Chris," she half smiled as I handed her the glass, "how sweet of you."I stood and watched her sip her drink while preparing our evening mea..., before long her glass was empty and she put it aside. As soon as she looked away I grabbed the glass, went back to the living room and refilled it. Back in the kitchen I handed the full glass to my mother ignoring her puzzled frown and smiling innocently at her, by the time she had drained the glass dinner was ready. As usual we ate our dinner. It was almost dark when they were finished. They boys decided to travel home by night. It would be cool so they wouldn’t sweat so much and waste precious water. They ate a short meal and began the long march home. The trip was uneventful and they made good time despite their heavy burden. They were home before dusk the next day. The weary travelers were greeted with great joy although they hadn’t brought back anything fungible to add to the family’s dwindling good supply. Kalik and Mustafa. She knew that as a lover, Paul was good company. He was her first choice. She lifted her gaze, looking an astounded Paul in the eye just long enough to let him know that yes, she was indeed talking to him. With a huff of disgust, he turned away from her, the tension instantly visible in his body language. Marcy waited only a second for her proposal to sink in. When Paul didn't respond she told him, "Suit yourself," in a tone that sounded like she genuinely couldn't give a rat's ass one way or. I sat in my father's easy chair and put out my feet to admire my painted toes. I was really getting into being girly. I was getting real tired, so I decided to go to sleep in my sister's bed. I turned off her bedroom light and slid under the covers of her feminine sheets. I liked the feel of the sheets against the nylon nightie I was wearing. I quickly drifted off to sleep. A door shutting and the sound of my mother saying, "Richard, we're home", suddenly awaked me. I froze. What was I going to.