"My mom lifted and reached under her night gown to pull her panties down to her ankles before kicking it away. She then grabbed the chair in front of ...er computer and pulled it to face the bottom of the bed."You can only sit here and watch me on two conditions. One is that you never tell ANYONE about this- EVER." Of course not. I would never do that to you" I told her, with my heart beating with excitement."Good. And the other condition is that you drop your pants as well. You don't have to get. “Perfect,” she thinks as she pulls the jeep alongside the pumps farenough across from where he is standing to afford him and unobstructedview of her when she exits the jeep. He notices her as she pulls in. His eyestravel from the lower edge of the cutout for the door up her beautifullytanned leg to the tattered hem of her very short denim skirt. He lingers therefor a moment, and then traces the lines up to her bulging breasts and then toher pretty face. They make eye contact briefly before she. “I thought that was what you wanted!” she protested.“Then I’m afraid we haven’t been communicating properly.”“Well, crap,” Molly sighed visibly deflating. “What did I miss?”“Not you, us. Remember what I said before about both being at fault? That’s the situation here. Communication is tricky because there are at least four sides to every conversation between two people.”“Four sides?”“What I intended to say, what I actually said, what you actually heard, and what you thought you heard. The first. Of course, that old gypsy fortune teller I'd encountered so many yearsago had helped fuel my paranoia of the day by telling me my life wouldbe changed forever on some future All Hallow's Day."Damn those brats," I muttered, as I went outside to get my paper. "Isuppose I should have been expecting something like this."The damn neighborhood brat pack had teepeed my yard... again. At somepoint in the past, teepeeing my yard had - for whatever the reasons -evolved into an annual Halloween ritual. It.