It did not speak, for it had not done so in 3 years. Instead it held up 4 fingers, then 5, with a semi-confused look upon its face to indicate it was...'t sure, although certainly the answer was more than one. The Person snapped her fingers, slapping her thigh once, and it immediately pushed itself from the stone floor, scrabbling to heel at her right side, one riding-crop's-length distant from her right ankle, as precisely as it could. It followed her into The Room.Upon crossing the threshold. .. it doesn't read 'That's just weird, David.' No ... no ... no. No comma.)Everybody started laughing spontaneously.Except me. I had fucked up again. This 'returning' is dangerous. Suddenly, my stomach tied itself in knots ... I felt ... loose ... my asshole clenched. I slipped the guitar in its plush case and stood ... one might say I waddled down the hall and to the bathroom ... Waddled is too slow but my guts wouldn't have withstood a run ... or even a 'trot.'To myself ... but aloud ... I. He always told me that Heidi was the one who did all the cooking.”Jenny grinned mischievously. “I think he’s trying to impress the new woman in his life. Some nurse in the hospital. Name begins with ‘S’ I think. Sarah, or Sandra, or Sally. Something like that. Apparently, from what I hear, she’s married. Right slut. Her husband even lets her sleep with other men…”That was as far as Jenny got as my smiling wife gave her a playful punch on the arm which knocked her off her stride.“Ow,” she said. “Like… you keep stuttering. And…” she grinned. “Are you blushing?”Carly bit her lip. “No! I just… it’s hot in here.”Despite herself, her eyes flicked quickly down Sam’s body, and she felt a sharp pull in the pit of her stomach at the girl’s lithe form.Sam’s eyes widened. “Did you just check me out?” she laughed.Carly stood, indignant. “So what if I did? You can’t just walk around naked all the time and not expect me to look! Don’t you have any modesty? I mean… I just…”Carly paced back and.