Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. KAREN - CHRISTMAS Nigel drove Leslie and I to my new home. Leslie had already been living there for some weeks now. Gail and Paul's house was a modern 'Tudor style' 4 bedroom, detached house on a new estate. Both Gail and Paul had struggled to afford this new house and were very proud of it. The car slid into the driveway and parked as the front door opened. Rae (as usual) exploded out of the door, yelling, "She's here! She's here!" Paul strode after her, scooped her up into his arms and opened the car door for me. I was so pleased to see him that tears pricked my eyes. I was so happy. "Hya Precious" he said, looking deep into my eyes. I was lost again, how could he make me feel SO horny? I just wanted to climb on top of him and screw him. "Later, Precious, later" he said. Was I so obvious, I wondered? Holding Rae he led me inside. Leslie followed, helping (?) Nigel with my suitcase. Gratefully I sat down on the sofa. I was so tired. Leslie entered the room. "I've taken your case up to our room." She told me, then knelt on the sofa beside me. Holding my head in her hands she kissed me deeply. I surrendered to her as she explored my mouth, my soul almost. As we broke apart, Gail came in carrying a tray of drinks. "Did you have a good trip Precious?" she asked as she too sat beside me. "It was OK" Leslie answered for me. "Until she nearly raped Paul on the drive." She continued. Gail looked at her "Did she now?" she said with mock severity. "Oh yes, she nearly made me blush" replied Leslie. This brought a howl of derision from the kitchen where Paul was working. "You blush - HA, never in a million years." He entered the room carrying a tray of sandwiches. Rae followed holding a stack of paper plates which she handed out, one for each of us. "So what do you think we should do about this?" asked Gail, peering over the top of her glasses. "Weeelll" continued Leslie playing the game to the hilt. "As she wanted to rape Paul, I think that it would only be right for Paul to take her upstairs and bonk her into a coma." She sat back with a wide smile and a 'So there' look. A little shocked at this forthright answer I turned to Gail. Still looking over her glasses, she turned to her husband. "And what do you say about this?" she asked, each word dripping menace. Paul swallowed a mouthful of sandwich, "Suits me." He replied, picking up another. "Shall I drag her off now? Or wait until after tea?" Gail turned to me, Hid a smile from the others and said "Do you have anything to say about this?" The last time that we had been together, I would have burst into tears. Now I swallowed and (trying to maintain a calm demeanour) replied "I think I'd better rape him now. Then he MAY be some use to you this evening." This brought a chuckle from them all. Not a howling success I thought, but better than last time. I started to rise to get myself something to eat. As soon as I moved though Gail and Leslie, both held me down. Rae ran over with a plate full of food. She stood holding onto the plate with both hands as I took some sandwiches. Then she looked at me and asked, quietly, "Are you staying for Christmas, Karen?" I looked up, shocked. Christmas! What date was it? For weeks, months I had been cut off from the real world. Was it Christmas already? "What date is it?" I asked. "December 23rd" replied Gail. "But your tree, the decorations..." I started. "We were waiting until you got home," said Paul. "We're going to decorate tomorrow." His smile warmed me. I sat back thinking. "Gail" I whispered. She turned to me. "I don't have any presents for anyone, and I don't know where my money is." Gail looked down with a half-smile. "Oh I think that you'll find that Leslie has sorted out a number of things while you've been in hospital." I looked at Leslie, she had turned toward Paul and was holding her hand out. Paul gave her a pound coin. As Leslie looked at me she said "I bet Paul that you wouldn't realise it was so close to Christmas." What could I say? "Oh." I said (genius - that's me, pure genius). As I turned back to Gail, she was also holding her hand out to Paul. He gave her a five-pound note. Gail turned to me. "I bet him that you would be worried about not having any presents to give anyone. She tucked the note down into her bra. I leaned forward and pulled her dress front forward so I could look down into her dress. Seeing this Paul did the same. Giving appreciative noises as he looked down her front. When he let her dress go, Gail turned to me and said "He only did that to have a peek at my tits." I looked up at her, opening my eyes as wide as possible, "So did I, Gail, So did I." "Oh my Precious why didn't you say so." She then turned to face me, opened her dress, and took off her bra. Giving me unrestricted access to her breasts. I leaned forward and, lifting a warm breast toward me, I gently kissed one nipple. "Thank you, Gail." She smiled at me and kissed my nose. "For you Precious, anytime, but not for that beast." She said sniffing in Paul's direction. We girls shared a giggle. Paul remained dignified. Tea was soon finished and Gail, Paul, and Leslie were clearing and washing the dishes. Rae sat on my lap, head against my chest. She settled quickly but kept nuzzling my chest. I unzipped my dress and pulled it off my right arm, uncovering my right breast. Rae sucked my nipple into her mouth and settled into sleep. So did I. I felt my chest suddenly cool, and then I was lifted into someone's arms. Seconds later I was being undressed and, naked, was laid in my bed. Later I woke, Leslie's body warmed my front. I curled my arms around her. Skin to skin we slept. Dawn's light woke me. Strong arms surrounded me pulling me into a hard chest. I looked up into Paul's face, his eyes closed in sleep. I kissed his chest and slept again. Waking to noises from downstairs, I felt heat on both sides. Leslie was curled up against my chest, as I was curled up against Paul's. I felt him stir, his hand caressing me, easing between Leslie and I to cup my breast, then slid down to cup my mons, my slit. I was wet already. I eased my buttocks back until I felt his cock nestle between my ass cheeks. With my ass only, I gripped his cock, teasing him as it grew and hardened. I was rocking my hips back and forth, as his cock parted my legs. Leslie turned over to face me, her hands dropping between us. She pressed his cock against my slit while rubbing my clit. Paul started rocking as well, matching my movements, his cock sliding almost the full length of my slit. As he thrust forward, and I back, Leslie pressed upward a little harder. I gasped as Paul entered me, filling me. Leslie pulled me toward her and kissed me. I was now better positioned for Paul. Together we rocked against each other I held onto Leslie's shoulders, panting into her ear as I was filled. Paul's cock stoked the flames of my desire deep inside me. His hands played my body like an instrument. Touching and teasing. My nipples pulled, stroked, twisted, teased. Breasts kneaded, scratched stroked. My body was aflame as I climbed my orgasm. I left here & now and entered my paradise. Noises disturbed me as I tensed and strained in my orgasm, panting and burning, muscles tight, soul afire. Paul's cock burst within me as he too came. I was filled with his seed, adding fire to the flames within. A fresh burst of pleasure took me higher, higher. I cooled, the sweat covering me, mine and Paul's, stealing the heat from within. Leslie brushed my hair away from my eyes. Looking at me, looking into me, into my soul, her face passive. "You have no idea how beautiful you look when you come." She said. She smiled, her whole being lit from within, the real Leslie - my angel. Paul kissed the back of my neck fanning my desire again. His movement pulled his flaccid cock from within me, a rush of his semen following. With a groan, I cupped my hand over my slit blocking the rush. I climbed over Leslie, staggered out of bed and into the shower. As I washed, I felt alive. Wanted and protected - I BELONGED here, I was home at last. Slipping on a robe that I found on my bed, I went downstairs. Entering the kitchen, I found the others. Paul and Leslie were telling Gail how I had stuffed Leslie into a pillow case and hid her in the wardrobe then threw Paul onto his back and raped him incessantly throughout the night, only releasing him after Leslie finally broke free this morning. Gail sat me down. "Never mind those two, Precious, How did you sleep?" "Oh Gail," I said, "It was terrible. As soon as I entered the bedroom someone ripped my clothes off then molested me, bonked me assaulted me and screwed me all night. I don't think I slept a single wink." "Oh good" said "I'm glad you had a good night." She gave me my breakfast and I ate. After I dressed, Gail took me into the front room. Paul came in with a pile of documents. They sat me down, they had some bad news. My mother had committed suicide soon after being admitted to hospital. How could I feel so little? Leslie sat beside me, I drew comfort, and strength, from her. Memories of the last time I saw my mum flashed through my mind. Mum wasn't perfect, but she was my Mum. Paul explained what he knew about the legal side of things. We would have to make an appointment to see a solicitor to finalise the terms of my parent's will. (my father and mother had a joint will which was still in force, my mother never having changed it). That would be done after Christmas. Paul gave me some letters, which had arrived while I was in hospital. The 'official' looking ones I asked him to open. The others, two, I opened. One was from my form teacher. The other was from my class. Both were half hearted 'duty' letters. I had never been popular or outstanding at school. They missed me as much as I missed them - not one little bit. This surprised me. I was finding out more about myself every day. I looked at Paul, He and Gail had their heads together holding the contents of some of the letters. They were both a little puzzled. Paul cleared him throat. "These are from your solicitor," he said. 'My solicitor?' I thought. "She's going to send you a monthly cheque, just to tide you over until your mothers estate is finalised." He said. "I didn't think she had enough to make an estate." Gail commented. Paul and Gail reread the letters, then telephoned the solicitor. She (a Miss Jamerson) was pleased to confirm that the letter was correct, she would be sending me a monthly sum until the estate was finalised. Some foreign shares had to be checked, principally an apple company in America. Then she could complete winding up the estate. She would have some figures available for us when we saw her on the 15th of January. Paul took Rae upstairs to wash and dress her while Gail and I talked about Mum. I held Leslie tight as we talked. I knew that tears would come, but not today, not now. It was too soon after Mum had hurt me, mentally more than physically, so much. Leslie and I went upstairs and looked through the presents she had bought for me to give. Her taste matched mine almost perfectly. Sometimes I believed that she was older than I, not 4 years younger. We discussed the presents and decided there was one more thing to buy. We went shopping. Paul drove us Nigel followed. Nigel was ALWAYS around. He wasn't intrusive but he was there - always. I grew to like him as much as Leslie did. It didn't take Leslie and I long to find what we wanted - a book on massage. The book wasn't to be the gift, massages were. I had enjoyed mine in hospital so much that I decided that I would learn how to give them as well. We met up with Gail, Rae and Paul and, after a cup of hot chocolate, went home. The rest of the day was taken up with decorating, baking, cooking, wrapping, the tree, and cakes. As so often happened we soon undressed. Clothes got too dirty, too quickly. Besides I'm sure we had much more fun. Gail, Paul and I ended up naked. Rae and Leslie kept their panties on. We all had fun. Later we rested. I sprawled on the settee with Leslie on my lap. Gail on Paul's lap. Rae knelt on the floor playing with leftover paper chains. "I'm tired." I said. Leslie looked at me. "Let's go to bed for a while." She said. We kissed Gail and Paul (who were getting very engrossed in something in Paul's lap. I wonder what that could be - Hee hee hee). As I was already naked, I just slipped into bed. I looked at Leslie as she stood by the bed. After a few moments thought she slipped her panties down and climbed in beside me. We 'spooned' together. Leslie rested her head on my arm, then curled my arm around her to rest my hand on her flat nipple. She took my other hand (which had been resting on her hip) and tucked it between her legs, cupping her immature sex. I nuzzled into her hair and I let my senses fill with the feel of this child against my skin. "I feel safe with you." Leslie said. "When I sleep with you the dreams don't come." I perked up at this. "What dreams, my Pet." I asked her. Like a dam bursting, it came out. The nightmares, waking cold and lonely in the night. Her fear of men, of men's touches her. Her fear of being raped again. Forcing her to do things, she didn't want to do. Then she had watched me as I gladly accepted Paul. I had wanted him and enjoyed his body. I gladly did those things with him, that she had been forced to do. Thing she now hated so much. Now I wanted to learn how to massage him, give a man more pleasure. She was confused. Didn't I hate men after what had happened? How could I want them to touch me? By this time, we were facing each other hugging each other. I was kissing her tears away as I held her. How could I tell her, I did these things because I liked doing them? I didn't know the proper words to use. The proper way to say these thing. I just told her how I felt. I told her how Paul made me feel. How Gail made me feel. How SHE made me feel. This surprised her. That she could turn me on. She gave a shy smile (Leslie, SHY!). I kissed away more tears. She kissed me again, exploring me. She pulled my hand between her legs. "Show me what it feels like" she said. I stroked her slit as I kissed her. I pressed her onto her back and kissed her chest paying special attention to her nipples. All the time I continued stroking her tender labia. I saw a bottle of hand cream on the bedside table. Kneeling beside her I spread the cream over my hands and then, liberally, over her body. She tossed her head back as I pinched both nipples teasing them. Saw them harden and spike high on her chest. I sucked on these buds and gently bit them both. I spread her legs and lay between them. I could see her most secret place, abused by so many and now, I hoped, to be pleasured. I spread more cream on my hands and into the folds of her sex. I opened the lips and gazed into her hot body. "Do it." She said. "DO it NOW." I slid a finger into her tight virgina. Her body accepted me, she sucked me into her innermost being. Her coral folds wrapped around my finger and her heat almost burned me. I licked her. Finding her bud and teasing it. Thrusting into her as I pulled on her clit I reached up and gripped her nipple as I teased her. She started panting with pleasure. I doubted that she would be able to come, though she could enjoy what I, was doing. I nibbled her tiny bud while thrusting my finger deep inside her. I felt her body reacting to me, her young juices started flowing, wetting and lubricating me. Leslie started thrusting against me, panting as I lifted her toward paradise. All too soon, she was begging me to stop. I did stop and moved up to lie beside her. Holding her in my arms again. "I didn't come did I?" she asked me. "No, I think that you're too young yet. I don't know when you will be able to." I replied. "How old were you when you first came?" "Eleven." I answered "Paul did it for me. It was wonderful." "Maybe I'll try a little later." She told me. Then she turned to face me and kissed me. "Thank you" she said. "You can touch me when ever you want, even between my legs - inside me. If you want." She looked at me so trusting I kissed her. "Thank YOU my Pet. Your trust is the best Christmas present I could get." Now we slept Leslie in my arms. Me cupping her chest and her sex.K Warm and happy together. Paul woke us about an hour later. I kissed him and squeezed his cock gently. Leslie kissed him as well. Then, to his surprise, she too reached forward and squeezed his cock. He stood still as she looked at his cock in her hand. I leaned forward and kissed the crown. Leslie looked up at him then she did the same. A slow kiss, open mouthed, and using her tongue. When she let go, Paul leaned over and kissed her nose. "Thank you sweetheart." He said. Leslie looked at me. "That was fun." She whispered. I agreed. We went downstairs without dressing. Gail was in the kitchen preparing our tea. I noticed the lines of cum running down her inner thighs. I went over to her and touched her, scooping some of the cream from within her. I licked it off my fingers. "Umm lovely." I said. Gail agreed with me then got us organised for tea. Teatime was usually a relaxed meal. Tonight was no exception. We sat or sprawled eating and talking. If they noticed that Leslie had left off her panties (for the first time I later found out), no one mentioned it. It was natural to be naked with each other. As we ate Paul acted the fool again this time teasing Rae that Christmas had been cancelled 'cos no one was interested. Rae knew her Daddy well enough, and trusted her Mummy enough, to put up with this. Still we all ended up in a food fight with Paul getting the worst of it. He was smeared with all of the unwanted food when we had finished. While he went to have a shower (taking Rae with him) I noticed that there was some food I was interested in. It had been smeared across Gail's breasts. (No it was the FOOD I was after, not just to suck her tits. Honest. HONEST.) I knelt in front of her as she sat in her chair. "What can I do for you, my Precious?" she asked. I pushed her shoulders back. "Lay back for a while and let me love you." I answered. (OK then - it was her tits.) I parted her legs so I could get close enough to her upper body. I lay on her and started licking from her shoulders, her breasts, nipples hard as nails, pressing into me. I moved down to her breasts. How I envied her these beautiful mounds. Firm yet supple. A hint of weight as they swung. Not small, but not too large, not udders. They were a WOMANS breasts. I felt privileged to see them, let alone touch, or (as now) suck them. I ran my tongue around the rise of her breast. Round and round ever closer to the peak, to the hardness there. My tongue ran over the crinkled areola. Round and round, then across it's rumpled surface to the towering nipple. I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Suckling like a baby, nose pressed deep into her breast flesh. I felt extra warmth on my face, turned and saw Leslie join me on Gail's other teat. Together we cleaned and teased Gail's breasts. Bumping heads together, kissing occasionally, resting on the wet breasts beneath us. I left Gail's nipple to a groan of sadness. Until she realised my destination, then she gave me moans and cries of delight. I nuzzled through her tiny patch of pubic hair. Then I dropped down to her inflamed slit. I clamped my mouth over her entrance and sucked, hard, harder, fanning the flames of her desire. Gail lifted her knees, spreading them wide. As wide as she could. Her entrance opening for me, admitting me, welcoming me. I entered her; I was inside her. I pushed my tongue as deep as possible, forcing my mouth against her to increase the depth. On my knees, I explored her, pulling her labia wide, pushing harder and deeper into her being. Her pants and groans music to my ears. Her thrusts against my face were increasing my ardour. I sucked and swallowed her flowing juices. I revelled in her excitement. She was driving me to my peak just by giving her pleasure. A scalding gush of woman juice flooded my mouth, almost choking me, as she came. I swallowed her spending, repeatedly swallowing more and more of her juices. Sucking on her inflamed vagina, on her spiking clitoris as she came. I rode her orgasm to its peak and slowly continued my ministrations as she relaxed, satisfied. Now I felt the hands on my waist. Hands, which had steadied me, while Gail rocked so violently. I felt hardness between my legs, at my entrance. Then Paul entered me, gliding straight into me. In one long thrust, he reached my deepest being. Holding my hips, he drew me onto his long solid cock. I gasped into Gail's sex as I felt him hit my cervix. He was so BIG. I dropped my head onto Gail's sex, panting into her and Paul withdrew, thrust again. He set up a steady rhythm. Long steady strokes gliding all the way into me. His testes hitting me as the tip of his wonderful cock pushed against my womb. I gasped, came, and gasped again came again. His hand curled around me, cupped my breasts, pulled and twisted my nipples. Gail's juices ran down my face as, with each forward thrust, I was pushed into her sex, releasing more of her juices each time. Something pressed against my puckered anus. Pressing harder, he entered. A long thing, a finger, pressed all the way to the knuckle. Now I had two rhythm's to contend with. His cock speeding up it's thrusting and his finger. (Oh! OH!) Now two fingers, in counterpoint. Pulling and pushing dragging my innermost being out as he thrust in as well, forcing me deeper into myself. He squeezed my tits. I cried and came. Gasping and jabbing back onto his escaping cock, his invading fingers. Panting, drooling, incapable of action I totally surrendered to my orgasm, as I felt a squirt of come escape from me, he came deep within me. I cried out, loud. I squeezed his cock and fingers, clamping down on him. I was drawing him into me, I wanting to hold him forever. My panting slowed; I lifted my head and looked over my shoulder. He kissed me as his shrunken cock fell from my grasping tunnel. He picked me up and laid me on the settee. My head resting in Leslie's lap. She looked down she too kissed me. "Sleep for a moment my love." She said. "Sleep." I did. I woke cold and smelly. Sweat had dried on me. I wanted, needed, a shower. I was alone in the room so got up and went upstairs. Sounds came from the bathroom. Rae giggling, Paul was washing her. Gail and Leslie were talking. I entered. "Hi" said Leslie as she hugged me. "Wow, you STINK!" she continued. I hugged her then kissed her. "Now you'll have to have a shower with me." I said, grinning. "OH goody." She replied. Paul had almost finished showering Rae so we waited, talking together. Gail dried her daughter while Paul escaped to his study for a beer. Leslie and I showered, washing and caressing each other. Her fingers dipping into me as she guided my hand between her legs. "Please, put your fingers in me." She said. I did. I did to her what she did to me, letting her guide me. Although my virgina was a little sore I let her finger me, clean me inside and out. I fingered her and cleaned her. Inside and out. Leslie was losing her demons and enjoying sex for its own sake. We dried and Gail did our hair. After putting Rae to bed, we went back downstairs. Gail dragged Paul back into the lounge and we sat together, lights low. The flames from a real fire lit the room. Warm oranges and reds danced on our bodies as we talked. We drank, Leslie and I had watered red wine. Gail shared the wine (without water) and Paul had his beer. Quiet and happy we were comfortable in our family. Sharing each other and ourselves. Later, an hour - two hours - Leslie and I went to bed. Tomorrow was Christmas day. Leslie and I curled up together. "When can I make love with a man?" she asked. "Do you want to?" I asked her. "Yes, but you've got to tell me when I can. I think I'm a bit young yet, but I get so curious when I watch you make love that I want to try it myself. I don't trust myself to be sensible about this." I lay and thought for a few minutes. "Leslie, Will you wait until you start your periods?" "No." she said. "You have to tell me when I CAN start, not ask me to wait." "Ok Leslie. You can start making love to a man after your second period. Do you understand why?" "In case the first isn't a real period bleed?" "Right. Now, do you agree?" She turned to me, kissed me and said "Thank you so much for looking after me. Will you be with me when I start?" "If you want me to then of course I will." I snuggled into her and we drifted into sleep. Rae woke us all shortly after dawn. It was CHRISTMAS DAY! Bleary eyed we went downstairs. To the tree, and the presents. Rae had spotted one of her presents and was tearing the wrapping off. A tricycle, blue seat and red wheels. Yellow frame and chrome bell. She loved it. Leaving her other presents, she raced around the room on her 'trickle'. Gail and I went into the kitchen a snack breakfast to prepare. Leslie and Paul gathered the presents, one pile for each of us. We ate cereal and toast. Then we went into lounge. I don't remember much more of that day. We had fun all day. I gave gift vouchers for massages to everyone. Nigel took his with his customary half smile. I think he didn't expect me to keep my word after the first one or two massages. I got clothes and jewellery, makeup and cosmetics. Nigel gave me a gold locket with pictures of Leslie and Gail & Paul in it. I have it to this day. Leslie got a matching locket. My picture and her Mum & Dad. The last time I saw her, she was wearing it. We ate and drank. We laughed and played. Dinner, a duckling, was shared. Gail was smart we never had very much at any meal, though we had several of these small meals. We were never too stuffed to enjoy each other or ourselves. We had fun together and grew closer as a family. All of my previous life I had attended churches twice, three times, on Christmas day. Today was possibly the first time I came close to what I believe God wants from us all. Love and happiness, piece and goodwill, toward each other, we truly shared our lives today. Sleep came easily to us. Leslie and I slept like logs. Late on Boxing Day morning, we woke. Afire still with Christmas we got up, showered and went downstairs, still drying ourselves. Gail and Paul were in the kitchen puzzling over a thin roll of paper. A 'till' roll I saw. It had a line drawn down the centre, with short lines branching off left and right at intervals. At times, there would be a note on one side of the centre line or the other. "What's that?" Leslie asked. "We have no idea," Gail answered "it was delivered by messenger this morning." I looked at it again. "It's a map." I said as I went through to get a hot drink. I came back to the table to their stares. "It's a line map. I did a report on them for school last term. Got a B!" I said proudly. Paul laid it in front of me and asked how you read it. I explained the rules. First, I turned the map the correct way up. There was a time noted at the start. We had ten minutes to start. Cries of glee and panic, rushing and racing we all dressed (each other and ourselves). We made the start with a minute to spare. We set off in Paul's car. I was in the front passenger seat as I was the only one who could read the map. Though Leslie quickly caught on to the concept and followed what I was doing - corrected me at one point even. Soon we were out in the country. Anglia, as a county, has been ironed. It is SO flat. We could see for miles but there was nothing to see in the bleak winter's landscape of the Fens. We entered Suffolk small hills approached, woods too. Two hours after our start the map led us off the road into a private lane, then a farmyard. As we turned the corner, We saw Jeff Sanderson waiting for us. He checked his watch and smiled at us. Leslie jumped out of the car "Daddy!" she cried as she leapt into his arms. They hugged tight in each other's arms. We waited until they parted. "Good afternoon." Said Mr Sanderson as he shook hands with Gail and Paul. He looked at me. "Hello again, you look MUCH better than when I last saw you. How are you feeling now." We talked. Nigel pulled up in his car and got wellingtons out of the boot for us all. The correct size of course. We put them on and walked with Mr Sanderson as he showed us around the buildings. The farm buildings were in a U shape. The main house was at the base of the U. Barns and out houses on either side. Six cottages lined the access lane. Mr Sanderson told us of how he intended to convert the main buildings into a large house. Three wings. Leslie and I would have the eastern wing. Gail, Paul and Rae the slightly larger main wing, Staff would have the cottages. The western wing, well he hadn't worked that one out yet. He knew we needed a larger place to live. A more private place to live with our 'personal' activities. We heard the words that he said but didn't comprehend there meaning. Gail caught on first. "Jeff, are you GIVING this to us?" she asked. Putting into words what our minds had been struggling with. "No, of course not." He said sounding a little miffed. We visibly relaxed. "I couldn't possibly let you have it until the building works are completed. Then it's going to be a present to Karen, for her Birthday I think, yes for her birthday. A birthday present. February the 13th you should be able to move in." He turned to us and smiled. We all babbled together, he couldn't - he HAD, he shouldn't - he WANTED to, it was too expensive - for whom? "OH Daddy, thank you, thank you," cried Leslie. He smiled again, I saw the Inner Light in him that shone so brightly in his daughter. This was the moment I started liking Jeff. The buildings (for there was no way that this derelict place could be called a house) had nothing to do with it. I had no comprehension as to what I was being given. I was much too young. We were silent on our drive home, all lost in our thoughts, planning and speculating, hoping even. Home at last we discussed our new home. It would take time and planning, but we had time and - much more importantly - we had each other as our lives changed completely. Leslie and I lay in each other's arms close to sleep, warm and happy. "Where will it end?" she asked. "I don't know Pet," I replied, "as long as I have you and Gail and Paul I don't care." We slept. Tomorrow would bring its own surprises or not. We would wait and see. Copyright (C) 2000 Karen Souleman.