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The Linking Spell By Anon Allsop The sun was parked high in the sky as I wiped the sweat from my forehead, it would have been extremely hot if it hadn't been for the light breeze I was feeling as I powered through the thick grass. I had been mowing Mrs. Anderson's lawn for most of the summer; it was easy work and didn't pay bad as lawns go. I could never figure out why Mrs. Anderson's' grown son Josh, never cut it just to save her the money... oh well, it kept me well supplied in videos and paid my way into the movies now and then. Josh figured that he didn't have the time since he was starting his residency and needed most of his time directed toward that endeavor. It also didn't hurt that his Mother was incredibly wealthy, Josh had never really had to do anything... it was all done for him. That brings me back to my little chore here, I didn't mind cutting the lawn... in fact, it gave me time to think. It didn't hurt that once done; I'd have $30.00 in my hot little hand as well. I turned the corner and started the last portion of yard that put me near to her lawn garage, I knew that it would have taken me forever if I didn't have the use of this big John Deere lawn tractor... I loved it, it made me feel important and trusted knowing that she let me, a 16 year old in control of such an expensive machine. As I made my last few passes over her lawn I watched her sipping her drink from the shade of a huge flowering tree, as she and I made eye contact she waved and held her glass up. I knew immediately what she meant, she was inviting me to drink lemonade with her... I enjoyed the down time, it gave me a chance to let the feeling creep back into my legs from over 3 hours on the seat of that big green monster. Mrs. Anderson was a great looking older woman, short, but thin. She had graying hair that she usually pulled back into a loose bun or sometimes I would see her with it down, like she was today. She was calmly flipping through the pages of a magazine, while spending time either watching her son Josh... or myself finish the lawn. I could see Josh quietly smacking tennis balls back toward his pitching machine, practicing his game that would probably never see an opponent. Josh wasn't a bad guy, it was that his mother was very picky on the girls that Josh liked. He was 24 and had dated only one time that I knew of, and Mrs. Anderson didn't approve of her... so that was the end of that. It wasn't that Josh didn't like the female form, quite the contrary... he would love a relationship with that special someone. It was that once he entered high school, Josh was so focused on becoming a doctor that he passed up all the chances that would have allowed him to date. Then, when he entered college the dating scene was again pushed aside because of the studying and classes. Now that he had all of this behind him, he was ready to begin his search for the "perfect girl". Only his mother had in mind what SHE felt the "perfect girl" should be. I think Josh knew this... but in his own way, he let her dictate her will on him... he would see what type of girl his mom would come up with. She, on the other hand was looking for that "PERFECT" girl, one that wasn't interested in Josh's inheritance or Mrs. Anderson's vast wealth. The one girl that would worship the ground that Josh walked on and do anything for the happiness of her son. Mrs. Anderson looked forward to the grandchildren that this young girl would give her... I knew this because she had told me. I also knew that the type of girl that Mrs. Anderson wanted for her son... didn't exist. That girl would be too perfect... every girl has some little nuances that would be considered flawed to Josh's mother and yet, fit into Josh's ideal form. I knew more than Josh, on how Mrs. Anderson was "planning" for his future behind his back. Many times she would casually ask me about girls that I knew, and then ask my opinion of those girls that she had known Josh liked. It was very odd to discuss these things with Mrs. Anderson, but at least it gave me someone to talk to... someone who actually respected my ideas and opinions. I never really liked to talk to adults much, it seemed that Mrs. Anderson was the only one that really understood me at all. She knew that my life at home wasn't very normal, as I stayed pretty much to myself since being shifted back and forth between foster families. I had been doing that for almost 11 years now and I had to think way back to remember my "real" family at all. That was probably the biggest reason I seemed to like Mrs. Anderson as much as I did, she was an adult that really listened to me and seemed to care about my welfare. Pulling into the garage, I slowly powered down the tractor and shut off the blades, I was done and it was time to clean up. Using a broom hanging from the interior of the garage I began to sweep the grass clippings from the deck and engine, I couldn't stand putting away such a fine machine without a proper cleaning. I noticed Mrs. Anderson smiling from under her broad hat as she sipped her drink. My eyes wandered from her to Josh, I couldn't see why his Mom wanted to keep interfering with every girl he knew. He was a really likeable guy and could have just about any girl he chose. But Josh cared about his mother's feelings and wanted to make her happy... he would let her pick a girl for him... like some ancient Emperor. I shook my head and began to sweep the clippings into a pile on the polished cement. Josh did really have it all, he was handsome... well... you know, for a guy. He was wealthy and had a great sense of humor. He would go far, he was already in his second year of residency, as a doctor. The girl that got that guy would be set for life... and his Mom knew it... that was why she was so persistent on her choice of "his" girl. Mrs. Anderson was a whole different story all together, she wanted a daughter in-law that wasn't a gold digger. One that was interested in Josh for Josh's sake and not how much he had in his bank account. It almost made me laugh when the two of them would go around if he even glanced at a girl... I almost felt sorry for him. I had told her once that maybe she should let him choose and just "see" what he came up with... that was how normal families did it. I thought she was going to explode at me, but she didn't, and nodded as she listened. That was what I liked about her, she chose the time and place to assert her authority. When she did, you knew that she was upset. I finished sweeping the pile into a small dustpan and deposited it into the trash... 'Now it's time to get paid!' I thought to myself as I headed across the freshly mown lawn, drinking in deeply its heavenly scent. As I slowly approached her chair, I wondered what ever happened to Mr. Anderson... I had never asked, nor had she ever mentioned him. It didn't really matter so I just pushed the thought out of my mind. She looked up at me with her darkened sunglasses and smiled. I smiled back trying not to be too eager in asking her for my pay. She gathered herself up and motioned for me to wait there, I watched her walk back into the beautiful house and disappear in search of my money... it was always the same... every time. I took my seat on the other side of her table and slowly looked around the lush property, this was one very lucky family. To belong to this family would be well beyond my wildest dreams, but it was something that I could fantasize about. A shadow fell across the table startling me out of my deep envious thoughts, it was Mrs. Anderson returning with my pay... and a tall glass of lemonade. "Thank you!" I replied as she sat the cold liquid down in front of me. I watched for a moment as the napkin that she sat it on began to soak up the condensation that was slowly forming on the outside of the glass. "The lawn looks lovely." She placed a Twenty and a Ten down next to my hand, "Better put that away before the wind takes it from you." Beautiful and wise I thought. "So Aaron, how have you been?" Stuffing the money she handed me deep into my pocket, I realized that she had asked me a direct question. She was smiling as I tried to pull my hand out of my jean pockets. "Okay... I guess." I stammered. She could see right through me and added, "You still with the Moore's?" I slowly turned the glass watching the light reflecting from each little bubble. "No, they were having some family problems of their own... so Child Services moved me back in with the Kendrick family." "Isn't that the family that had the older boy that kept picking on you?" She spoke with concern in her voice. "That has to be the third or fourth move yet this year..." "Fourth." I added. "Yeah, that him... and that's the forth move this year, twice with the same family." I took a long drink of the sweet mixture. "I'm getting sick of moving." I said, slowly lowering the glass back down. Her mouth dropped open, "That HAS to be effecting your schooling." I shrugged my shoulders, "It doesn't matter, I plan on leaving soon anyway." She straightened up at that response as I continued, "I just don't see much of a chance at school, bouncing around from family to family. Besides, I have enough saved back to brush the dust off of my feet and leave this stinkin' town!" I gave her a smile and finished down my drink, she seemed to be in deep thought as I thanked her and walked over toward Josh. He had stopped with his tennis practice and was resting on a bench next to the fence. He turned and smiled as I walked up, "Well hello there Aaron, lawn looks nice." "Yeah, thanks." I looked around at my efforts, "It does look good!" He picked up his towel and began to wipe the perspiration from his hair and neck, as he did, he began to pull off his shirt and rub his towel along his bare chest. I tried not to stare but he was an excellent physical specimen, tall, chiseled features, dark wavy hair and a deep bronze tan. I only wished that I could have a body like that someday. "What's up with Mom? She looks deep in thought." His voice bringing me back from my thoughts. I shrugged my shoulders, "We had been talking... I told her that I would be leaving soon." "No kidding?" He asked. "You getting adopted or just moving in with another family?" "Neither, I told her that I would be running away." I waited for his response. "You actually think you're fooling my Mom? I'd bet she already knew what you were thinking and has planned something without you're knowing about it." He laughed and tossed a ball across the court. "I don't have any clue what your Mom is thinking... why, did she say something to you?" "Earlier today... before you got here, she may have mentioned something about bringing you here." He picked up his racket and made a sweep through the air, "Maybe then, I can teach you the game?" "Well... that might be cool." I wondered what she was up to. "I really don't want to get my hopes up... and then have the rug ripped out from under me. But that thought would be really awesome if it were true." "All I know is she doesn't want you to leave town... she's afraid you'll get hurt or something bad will happen... I think she may have plans for you..." He started to head back without his shirt and resume his practice, then turned back toward me. "I really hope you can get her to bring you back here... I would love to show you how to play. It might be pretty neat having a little brother around here!" He waved and trotted back to the court, pressing a button which started the little tennis balls to begin flying across the net, I watched him for a bit and after giving him a wave started back to my third home in less than a year. As my feet plodded in the direction of my newest place of residence, I kept replaying what Josh had said to me over and over in my mind. Then thinking back to the look of concern that Mrs. Anderson had on her face when I told her that I had thought about running away. "Just what are you up to Mrs. Anderson?" I spoke softly to myself. *** I was $30 dollars richer as I walked into the house and headed straight up into the bedroom I was using. I was pretty sure that I finally had enough to get away from this town and head out on my own. I pulled the little box open, dumped its contents onto the bed and began to count it. Including what I had made today, I had almost $150.00 and I pushed it all back into my pocket, I decided that I couldn't wait for Mrs. Anderson to make her move... I had to be my own man and rely on myself for getting me out of this life I was trapped in. Pulling a pad of paper from my dresser I began scribbling a note, I wanted them all to know what I felt. Grabbing my book bag I dumped it's contents onto the floor and began to fill it with clothes. I was tired of moving, tired of the different families and tired of having to answer to Child Services. I took one last glance around the room and pulled the door closed behind me. Slowly I walked down the hallway and checked into each bedroom, it didn't appear that anyone was home... even better. I quickly went down the steps and out into the yard keeping behind the bushes and slipped quietly away without being seen. I was headed straight out of town and wanted to keep out of sight... the direction I was taking would do just that. *** At the house, Mrs. Kendrick pushed the bedroom door open and saw the pile of books lying on the floor. She muttered to herself as she stacked them on the end of the bed in one neat pile, that's when she noticed a note laying on the pillow. "Thanks for all you have done... I really mean that. My leaving isn't anything that you have caused, but more of what I feel I must do. I am tired of being tossed from family to family, and I think I can do pretty well for myself on my own. Please give this note to Mrs. Shurley at Child Services... I won't go back! No more, never again. Don't look for me, I don't intend on being found. Thanks again for trying... Aaron." *** The Police were called and they pretty much told Mrs. Kendrick what she already knew, the boy would be classified as a runaway, and even though they would put out a bulletin on him, it would be doubtful that he would ever be seen again... unless of course, he wanted to be found. Child Services took the note and sadly slipped it into Aaron's file, another one had fallen through the cracks. She looked out the window and gave a silent prayer for the young boy that she had gotten to know over the last few years. He wasn't the type of kid that would get him into trouble with the law... at least not yet, she had seen others that had been the same type of child as Aaron, turn toward a life of crime in their anger. She just hoped that it wouldn't be the same for this young man. *** I was about seven miles outside of town when the sun began to set directly ahead of me. With the added effect of darkness, I felt secure in staying hidden. I smiled knowing that I hadn't seen a person or vehicle since I left the house... I was pretty sure they didn't know the direction I had gone. I had cut through a wooded section that would take me to the interstate where I might hitch a ride, when I noticed the trees thinning a bit and suddenly a road appeared before me, I could hear the deep throaty sound of a sports car speeding down the road. I scurried back into the growing shadows, with surprise I watched as a very familiar vehicle roll to a stop. It was being driven by Mrs. Anderson. "Now how did she find me way out here?" I asked myself as she lowered her passenger window. It was almost as if she had read my mind... I looked around and stepped toward her shiny BMW convertible. "Get in!" She scowled. I opened the door and sat down in the little sports car, "Aaron, you should be ashamed of yourself... sneaking off like you did." I didn't know what to say... as I closed the door my silence speaking volumes. She continued, "You know that all you needed to do was ask for my help and I would have been there right away." I looked down at the floor as she scolded me. "So... are you going to take me back?" I waited for her answer while gripping the door handle. "Yes... and no." I pulled up on the handle to climb out... there was no way that I was going back there. "It won't work, Aaron." She smiled as I tugged against the handle. How did she do that? There must be an auto lock switch on her side of the car. If I was going to be trapped in a car... at least it was with her. "Okay... I'll listen. But I won't go back to Foster Care!" I thought I could show her that I meant business. "You WILL be going back... but to my home." I left go of the handle and turned my face toward her. Could what my ears have just heard, be true I hoped? "You're going to foster me?" I asked. She smiled and sighed, "No... I have better plans." "Adoption?" I asked sounding even more hopeful. "No... not that either." I frowned at her answer. "If you won't foster me... and not adopt me, what's left? Am I just going to live there?" I was becoming frustrated. "Well, you will live there, but fostering or adopting won't allow you to do what I have in mind, that wouldn't be right." I was confused and she knew it. She put her car into drive and began to pull away from the woods, I was stumped and I think she was enjoying herself. I sat quietly and stared out the window while trying to figure out her plan, then an idea hit me. "You want me to live there and become your little lawn boy... right? Am I to become nothing more than a hired hand?" She laughed and giggled at that comment. "Not hardly!" "Well... damn it, give me a hint!" She looked toward me in mock surprise... or maybe it was genuine, she had never heard me swear before. "Okay, if you insist. It has very much to do with Josh." She smiled, "That's all I'm going to say... for now. You'll find out soon enough." Okay, now I was completely baffled! It wasn't that she was going to foster me or adopt me... I wasn't going to just live there nor work for her. I was getting a headache trying to figure out what she had in mind. "Does Josh know that you have something in mind for him?" I asked. "Oh, he knows I'm up to something... he just doesn't know it involves you." I threw my hands up in absolute frustration causing her to laugh. "Soon enough dear... soon enough..." Her voice trailed off as she spoke. I sat in silence trying to figure out what she had in mind as we drove toward her home. How she found me that far outside of town was beyond me, I couldn't fathom how she knew that I would be coming out of the woods at that specific point... it was an incredible guess. I found myself checking her little sports car out, the genuine leather seats were soft and very comfortable. She downshifted, causing me to focus on how her leg and hand worked in unison to make that little car speed along. My eyes darted from the shifter to her legs, which were barely covered by the shorts she was wearing, for an older woman... she had spectacular looking legs. It was almost as if she had been reading my mind, she turned and smiled at me causing me to blush with embarrassment. "Oh... it's okay dear, I don't mind." I looked back almost involuntary, then quickly turned to look out of the window. I was so upset with myself for taking that second glance that I shook my head in disgust. How could I ogle a woman old enough to be my mother... I wanted to crawl somewhere and just die. Trying to change this uncomfortable feeling I was having I decided to bring up Josh, "Will Josh be there when we get to the house?" "Oh, that's so sweet Aaron... you really care for him don't you?" She almost gushed with happiness. "I like him a lot, he's one really cool guy." I calmly replied. "That's good because you'll be around him more than ever." She smiled my way, "I know he'll care for you as well." "He said he would teach me to play tennis... I'd like that." I remembered out loud. "You sure you want to play that game... it seems so sweaty to me." She spoke, not taking her eyes from the road. "I don't mind getting sweaty, especially if it is doing something fun." I added. "That's true, but Josh ends up having to take his shirt off just to cool down." She glanced my way as she spoke. "Yeah, he had to do that today when I was talking to him." I nodded. She laughed and added, "He just does that to impress people with his physique... the big show off." "Well... it impressed me! I wasn't aware that he was so buff." I admitted. She studied me for a second or two then replied, "You know, I bet you're the first to actually say so... of all the people he has come into contact with." I laughed and kidded, "Yeah, it's too bad I'm not an older girl." She smiled and patted my leg, "Yes... that is too bad isn't it?" She drove on for a few minutes and was really intent on her thinking, I just sat watching the lights from the city in the window. When she did speak I almost jumped from her startling me. "It will be an hour before Josh gets back from his hospital rounds, as soon as we get home... why don't you go up and shower. You really need to clean the mud off of yourself from hiking in that woods." "Sure... no problem." I didn't even look her way and spoke aloud the thought that had been playing in my mind, "Unless you tell... nobody will know that you picked me up." "That's true. Do you want me to tell?" She questioned me softly. I thought about it for a few seconds, "I don't want anyone to ever find me. I can't go back into foster care... I hate it and I'll just run away again." "I thought so. Josh and I will hide you." "Thanks, I really appreciate it." I fought back the tears from welling up in my eyes. "I just hope you always will... no matter what happens." I wondered about her comment, but brushed it aside thinking that she was just worried about getting in trouble with the law. With her money, she could just buy her way out of any jam that I'd get her into. She became quiet as if she were thinking of something then began to speak softly, "Tell me Aaron, if you were a woman... around Josh's age, would you be interested. Hypothetically speaking, mind you." I found her question to be a bit curious, "Hypothetically speaking, if I were a girl... then, yes I would probably be interested in him. Why are you asking that type of question anyway?" She just shrugged her slim shoulders. "Just wondering... that's all." Her eyes were smiling even though she seemed to be very serious. "I really am curious to hear your comments... " "What's not to like about him... if I were a girl." I added, "He's good looking and successful. Most girls would kill to have a guy like that!" "I'm not interested in 'most girls', I want the perfect girl for my Josh." Her turn signal made me realize that we were now turning into her long driveway. "Still speaking hypothetically, if you were a girl... would you want his children?" I was very uncomfortable with her line of questions, but I decided to humor her anyway, "If I were a woman, and he and I would be interested in each other... in that way, then yes, I would probably want his children." Mrs. Anderson smiled wide and appeared giddy. "You would marry him of course." She added as the car came to a stop in the garage. "I suppose I would, I couldn't see bringing any kid into this world without being married." I laughed to myself with her questions, but come to think of it, these questions had been no different than those she asked every time I was over here. "Would you breast feed your children?" Her question almost made me laugh out loud. A stern look from her made me realize that she was indeed serious. I rolled my eyes and she gave me THE LOOK, "I guess so... every woman I ever knew that had a baby, would breastfeed. As I understand, it's supposed to be better for the child anyway... passes along all of the mothers antibodies or something like that." "Very good answer... " She seemed almost impressed that I could come up with that on my own. "Now here's the big question... are you still a virgin?" I couldn't control myself anymore and started to laugh aloud. She glared at me and opened her door swinging her legs out and letting it slam behind her. I pulled on the handle to get out and it still wouldn't budge. I leaned across her seat to see if I could find the switch that she had to have hit, but came up empty. "A little help here..." I called out. As she stormed her way toward the interior door to the house she paused and waived her hand in a casual way, "There... try it now!" To my surprise it gave way to my efforts and swung open. Stepping out I glanced back at it as I closed the door. "Now how the heck did she do that?" A key remote came to mind as I followed her toward the door of the garage. We went into the house where she threw her keys down on the counter, I felt bad that I somehow had made her upset. She hung her purse on the back of a chair and walked into the living room. "Follow me." I sheepishly followed her down a long hall and into a big bedroom. "You can sleep there. I'll get something out for you to wear after your shower. The bathroom is through that doorway... you'll find linens in the closet." She pointed into the room. She turned and left the room pulling the door closed behind her, I knew that I had really pissed her off by laughing at her invasive question... but really, who wouldn't have laughed. From behind the closed door she shouted out, "I wouldn't have!" I spun around and faced the ornate door, I never said that out loud... how did she know what I had been thinking? I felt the tiny hairs on my neck rise up, she was really creeping me out. I quickly stripped down and threw my dirty clothes into the hamper in the bathroom. I laid out an outfit that I could wear after my shower on the bed and returned to the bathroom to clean up. In only moments, I was enjoying the hot shower and it's pulsating head. I forgot any more of our conversation... we were like that, argue one moment... then forget it. After a twenty minute shower I stepped out and grabbed my towel, I stood there in front of the mirror and dried myself off. As most teenage boys do, I couldn't resist posturing in front of the mirror in all kinds of poses that would show off my muscles. I laughed at myself, knowing full well I wouldn't be winning any bodybuilding trophies anytime soon. I had wrapped my towel around my waist and walked back into the bedroom where I had laid out my clothes. I pulled up short because the clothes I had just laid out... were gone! A quick walk around of the room told me that someone had taken them out. I got down on the floor and looked under the bed... nothing. "Mrs. Anderson must have come in while I was taking my shower..." That was the only thing I could think of. I sat down on the bed and tried to figure out what I would wear, as my hand came to rest on the bed, I felt some clothing. I picked up the items I shook my head in disbelief. Each article was a soft peach color, a baggy type of sleep shirt and a pair of boxers. I assumed that they were Josh's so I pulled them on and stood up shaking my head, "Dude, you have to be real comfortable with your masculinity... wearing this get up." I figured that I must have really ticked Mrs. Anderson off for her to come in and steal my clothes... she had even removed the book bag filled with the other items that I grabbed when I skipped out of the house. I finished drying my hair out and laughed at my reflection, I had hair going all over the place. After a quick search I opened a drawer and found a comb, and began to pull it through my hair. It didn't take a genius to see that I needed a haircut, I would ask Mrs. Anderson if she could give me one. I had been trying to make Child Services and my foster families sore at me for letting it grow out... they ignored it and I was left with hair down to the top of my shoulder. In the mirror I looked like some ugly girl because the shirt I had on, could have belonged to a girl... but I knew better. I headed out of the room and down the hallway in search of Mrs. Anderson, I found her in the kitchen cooking up something that smelled really good. She looked over her shoulder as I walked in, "You look nice..." "Uh... yeah thanks." I decided to not say anything more about my clothes, and instead tried to butter her up a bit. "Smells good... what's cooking?" "Beef tips with broccoli and cheese sauce... it's quite good." She kept stirring the cheese sauce as she spoke. "Smells great!" I felt bad for laughing at her so I thought I would make it up by answering her question even though I thought is was dumb. "Uh... Mrs. Anderson, I'm really sorry for making you mad... I didn't mean to laugh." "That's okay dear, I understand." She opened up the stove door and examined the item cooking inside. "The answer is yes..." I couldn't believe I was answering her at all. "Yes what, dear?" She gave me a curious look. "Yes to the question you asked me in the car... about being a virgin. It just caught me off guard... that's all." I felt a bit better after I got it out. "That's okay dear, I was just asking for Josh's sake..." Now what the heck did she mean by that little comment, "I don't understand?" "You are going to be Josh's little playmate." I frowned at her, I think she had a screw loose or something. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I'm fine. Are you okay?" She answered me with a question of her own. What the heck did I get myself into with this family, she must be having a stroke or something to be asking me things like she is. She laughed and tossed the hot pads onto the counter, "I'm going to let Josh mold you into his perfect mate. You already said you liked him." "Well... yeah, but not like that!" I spat back. "That's okay, you will." She smiled as she started to get dishes out of the cupboard. She turned and handed me the stack and directed me toward the table. "What's not to like about him... you said it so yourself." I had to put as much distance from her as I could... even though I liked her I was becoming very afraid of the way she was talking. I thought I could change the subject so I decided to ask about my clothes. "Uh... Mrs. Anderson, what did you do with the clothes that I laid out?" "Come on dear, call me Cindy... or Mom, whatever your pleasure. The clothes, that's another matter entirely... they're gone. From now on, you'll be wearing only the clothes that Josh likes." She didn't see me raise my eyes to the ceiling in frustration. At that point I just turned and walked away from her, she had lost her mind... only she didn't know it. I began to set the plates around the table when I heard the door to the garage close. Mrs. Anderson carried a steaming hot dish to the table, "Looks like Josh is right on time. Be a dear Aaron and get the silverware." I turned and headed to the drawer, being familiar with her house had it's perks. This wasn't the first time that I had eaten with them. As I was rummaging around the drawer pulling out each utensil, Josh walked in and pulled off his suit jacket. I had turned to face the table at that moment and paused as a sudden wave of euphoria washed over me, just as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone and I shook my head in utter confusion. Josh was okay, but to actually be excited for his return just didn't make sense... unless it was to place one more sane person in the room. I shuddered as Mrs. Anderson shot me an angry look that completely made me uneasy to the core. "Well, hi there Aaron. What brings you to our humble abode?" Josh grinned as he kissed his mother's cheek. He stared at me for a moment then asked, "Is that all you have to wear?" I felt my face redden, "It was what your mother gave to me." I left out the fact that she took my real clothes. "I like it... that color's good on you!" He smiled and pulled out his mother's chair and waited until she sat back down. I looked down at myself, I guess if it looked okay... I'd leave it on. Mrs. Anderson patted her son's hand as she smiled at me, "Josh will be staying here with us indefinitely... we, are protecting him from being sent to Child Services." Josh nodded with his mother's comment. "That's fine, we can do that." Then to me he said, "Welcome Aaron... glad to have you grace our lovely home." "Uh... thanks, Josh." I really needed to talk to him alone. While we ate the sound was only broken by the light clink of the silverware tapping the china, or the ice in our glasses. I had noticed that Josh was staring at me and then he finally broke the silence. "You know Aaron, I have never seen eyelashes as long as yours on a guy before... it's very incredible." I blushed and almost choked on my drink, "Uh... I never really noticed them before. I guess I've always had long eye lashes... longer than most guys." Mrs. Anderson sat there smiling, enjoying watching me squirm. Josh took a couple more bites of food and shook his head in disbelief, "I just can't get over how beautiful your eyes are Aaron... they practically match the color of the sky!" I was completely embarrassed and looked down as Mrs. Anderson came to my rescue, "Now Josh, you're embarrassing the boy." Josh smiled at his mother and nodded. "I didn't mean to make you embarrassed Aaron, but you really do have pretty eyes." He laughed and took a drink from his glass. I needed to quickly change the subject so I decided to ask Mrs. Anderson about my hair. "After supper... do you think you could cut my hair, I left it grow out to upset Child Services. Since I'm here now, I don't need it this long." "What's wrong with your hair dear? I think it looks fine to me... don't you think so Josh?" I groaned to myself as Josh looked up. "Looks okay to me, if that's the way he wants to wear it. I personally wouldn't like it that long... but it looks fine on him." He laid his fork down and picked up a napkin. "See Aaron, Josh does like long hair!" I glanced at Josh while he was wiping off the corner of his mouth. "Sure, I like long hair!" He took another sip of his drink. "Well, yeah... on a girl!" I added. Josh grinned at his mother, "I think all girls look their best when their hair is long... it makes them sexy. But unlike yours, Aaron, I would love find a girl where her hair is long, somewhere around her shoulder blades, but slowly breaks into curls as it gets closer to the end." He kept looking at me and using me like a prop, "I don't know why the first thing a girl does, is chop it all off and run around like some fool boy. If I was looking for short hair, I'd date a guy!" I almost choked on my food to keep from laughing, Mrs. Anderson wasn't impressed with Josh's comment. He knew it and winked at her. He pushed his chair back and stood up, grinning he saw at least one more shot at making me uncomfortable. "If you ladies will excuse me, I need to unwind a bit in the living room." "You go on dear, we'll take care of the dishes." Mrs. Anderson smiled as her son nodded, then turned and walked away. She pointed toward the sink, "You rinse... I'll rid the table and load the dish washer." I took up my position and began to spray the remnants of food from each dish. I stood there for awhile as Mrs. Anderson buzzed back and forth carrying dishes and emptying leftovers into smaller storage containers. I sprayed dish after dish and happened to glance into the reflection of the window. My hair had finally dried, but the bottoms looked really frizzy. I leaned into the window more, they weren't really frizzy... but had a light wave in them. "I should have dried my hair better." I thought to myself. When we were finally finished, Mrs. Anderson and I walked into the living room and she waited for me to sit down. "I think I'll head to bed. Why don't you and Josh watch some TV for awhile." I nodded and kicked my bare feet up on the couch. Josh had already propped his feet on a ottoman while he flipped through the channels. I watched Mrs. Anderson walk away and thought I would finally be able to talk to Josh about his mother's health. He looked over his shoulder toward the direction his mother had walked, then began to enter a channel into his remote. "I usually have to wait until Mom leaves before I watch my program." He grinned at me. The TV came to rest on a bevy of beauties playing volleyball in the sand. "Man, that Hef's got it made!" He muttered under his breath. "That's what I like about this channel, all the beautiful women!" "Your Mom won't let you watch the Playboy channel? Or, could it be that you don't want her to know?" I kidded him. His grin said it all, "What Mom doesn't know... won't hurt her." He sat the remote down and laughed. "Check out the legs on that honey!" I had to agree with him, the girl on the screen did have spectacular legs. He slowly shook his head, "The girl I marry will have legs like hers... long and sassy enough to wrap all the way around me." A slow pain began in my thighs and became almost unbearable before subsiding into a dull throbbing ache. I began to massage the cramp away. He noticed me feverishly working the muscle and had a look of concern. "You okay?" He sat up and continued watching me. "Your Mom picked me up near Miller's woods, I had walked that far out of town. I think I'm just cramping up from walking so much." "Yeah, you're probably right." He began to watch his program again. After a few moments, the pain left entirely and I was able to concentrate again. Josh was leaning back and noticed that I had stopped rubbing my legs. "Pain gone?" "Yeah, they feel okay now." I replied watching the screen. The camera had panned on to a big busted woman as she walked past. Josh shook his head and picked up the remote, "All the beauty in the world and she has to rely on those implants. What a waste." Again the channel was flipped and he stopped at a movie that was playing. It was halfway through and the actress was walking down the street while her lover was driving in a car beside her. Her body language told me that she was pretty sore at the guy. "How old do you figure that actress is?" Josh asked then sipped a drink he had next to his chair. "Probably around my age... sixteen or seventeen." I calmly replied. "She has a great looking ass. I love that little slope in her back just before it reaches her cheeks... mighty sexy, don't you think?" I couldn't lie... he was right. He continued to flip through the channels until he landed on an X-rated site, here a man and a woman were busy rocking the bed. All you heard from the man was grunting... it was the woman who was making all the noise. Between gasps of passion and soft moans she would cry out as she ran through her orgasm. "I like that in a woman, very vocal when having sex... not too loud but just enough to make me horny." "How would you know?" I kidded, watching him grin back at me. I looked up at the clock and figured it was as good a time as any to head off to bed. For some reason, I really wasn't interested in watching TV anymore. I stood up as he flipped the remote back to the Playboy Channel again. At that point, there were three women sitting in a hot tub wearing no tops at all. "You leaving already?" He asked, noticing that I was standing. "I guess big boobs don't impress you either... most of them are artificial anyway." He took another drink "That girl is okay if you like them big... but what I admire on her is the size of the nipple." I hadn't noticed so I studied the woman's nipple closer, "She's okay I guess." I said absent mindedly scratching my chest. "Okay? Her areola is about three inches across and that nipple has to be almost an inch long and as round as my little finger." He shut the TV off and laid down the remote. "I bet when she gets cold you could use those puppies as a thermometer!" He grinned and made his eyebrows jump causing me to laugh. "Did Mom show you where you could sleep?" I nodded that she had, "Great, I guess I'll turn in too." I followed him down the hallway and he reached into my room as he passed and turned the light on for me. "Don't let the bed bugs bite!" I laughed and headed into the room. He took a couple steps and poked his head back into the doorway, "You really do have beautiful eyes, you know." I threw a pillow at him, leaving only one on the bed. Again he popped his head in laughing, "Almost sexy..." The other flew across the room at him. He ducked away and I heard him laughing as he went on to his room. I shook my head and chuckled to myself at Josh, he was a really humorous man who I admired a lot. I picked up both pillows and tossed them back on the bed and headed into the private bathroom. I glanced into the mirror and realized that the picture that had been hanging looked a bit lower than it used to. Turning around I studied it a bit more, either it was moved lower or I had grown almost two inches. A quick glance revealed a hole in the wall at a higher point, someone must have moved it down. I laughed at my own paranoia and turned back to the mirror, I opened the drawer and looked for the comb I used earlier. A quick scramble inside the drawer brought up nothing, all I had was a brush. I shrugged my shoulders and began to brush out my hair. It actually felt good to brush my hair this time, instead of dragging that comb through, at least the brush wouldn't damage my hair as much. Laughing at myself I shook my head. "Now why would I ever be concerned about damaging my hair?" Since it had dried, I smiled as the reflected light made my hair shimmer, even the little curls at the end seemed bouncy and full of body. I placed one of the little twisted locks between my fingers and pulled it to its full length. It even seemed longer than before. "That's impossible... " I muttered to myself. "It does seem a bit longer though... and where did all this wave come from?" I found my toothbrush next to the sink and began to brush my teeth, as I did I saw a discoloration in the material of my shirt. "I must have gotten something on it when we ate supper... "That's what I get for eating in pajamas." I rinsed my mouth out and turned to shut off the light. I hesitated for a moment as my reflection didn't look quite right, it almost appeared that my rear was rounder and I had that "special" little slope that Josh liked. Knowing that it was just the style of boxers making me look that way I shut off the light and continued toward the bed. In the darkness, I pulled back the covers and slid across the silken sheets. The slick surface was ice cold to the touch and caused Goosebumps to rush to the top of my skin. I shuddered and knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep unless I grabbed another blanket from the bottom shelf of the linen closet. I turned on the light, and dashed to the bathroom where I would find the extra blankets. "Why do they have to have the air-conditioner on so high?" I grumbled to myself, "It's too dang cold in here." My Ice cold hand shot to the light and I hurried across the cold linoleum floor, "Man, I don't remember the floor being that freaking cold!" I found the fuzzy blanket I wanted and turned back to the door. What met my eyes made me jump, the image that was reflecting back had two very pronounced nipples jutting out from a very flat chest. My hand slowly rose to the area. "Just like the girl on the TV... nah, there is no way that could happen." Then I happened to look at my eyes, each one was framed with long and luscious feathery hairs. Dark and slightly curved, "I don't ever remember them being like this... it almost looks like I'm wearing make-up... " I backed away and took stock of my reflection, something was happening and I just couldn't put my finger on it. Realizing that I was going to drive myself crazy I took my blanket, shut off the light and headed back to bed. Lying there, I realized that I hadn't had a chance to talk to Josh like I had intended, I would have to do it tomorrow. I rolled over and attempted to sleep. I can't say that I slept any better that night, maybe it was the bed, maybe it was me... at any rate I had highly unusual dreams as I slept. The first one was of Josh trying to teach me to play tennis, and like usual, he pulled off his shirt. At that point it was fairly normal to me but it became weird when I couldn't resist the urge to stroke his chiseled chest. That uncomfortable feeling didn't leave even when I began to dream another one. This time, he was sitting behind me playing with my long... and I mean long hair. Only it was lighter in color than my own. What made it so bad was that at one point I looked up into his face and he kissed me full on my mouth... and I didn't pull away. The third and final time, we were out riding his Harley and I was sitting on the back when he had stopped to talk with some of his friends. One of his buddies must have thought I was a girl because he kept hitting on me. When I pulled my helmet off to prove that I was a guy, all this long hair fell from my head and cascaded down into the soft curls that I knew Josh liked. I opened my eyes suddenly and sat up in the bed, I realized that sleep would be impossible as I kept replaying those dreams in my mind. I decided that I would go out and get a cup of milk or something to help me sleep. I flipped the covers back and got up, "This can't be happening... I have to get some sleep sometime... " I said aloud. I left the bedroom and headed toward the kitchen where I could see the faint glow of the TV. Apparently, Josh was watching TV again. I was right, I almost startled him as I walked in. He quickly flipped the channel then flipped it back again once he recognized who I was. It caused me to laugh because he must have been afraid I was his mother. Seeing him alone again, would give me another opportunity to discuss his mother's possible illness... maybe he could take a look at her and diagnose something that may be wrong. He smiled and motioned me to the couch where he was sitting, "Couldn't sleep either?" I shook my head agreeing with him. "Have a seat." I laughed and asked, "Were you afraid I was your Mother?" He smiled and I continued, "Afraid she would catch you watching something she wouldn't approve of?" "Bingo!" He laughed, "Give the kid a prize!" I sat down, "I was going to ask you something... but just about the time I thought of it... nothing." "It'll come back to you." he laughed. "So what are we watching?" As if I needed him to say. "A movie." He just smiled, sitting in the dark. A quick glance at him revealed the fact that he was just sitting there in his underwear, no shirt, no socks. I had to look almost through him to see the TV, it was very uncomfortable for me knowing those dreams that I had just had. To top it off, I could see the slow swell of an erection. I tried to look away but my eyes kept coming back to his crotch. I felt my own begin to stir and I hid my own swell with a pillow from the end of the couch. He looked back toward me and smiled, "Nothing better than this... watching TV in the dark wearing only my underwear. Hope you don't mind?" He said laughing. "Whatever trips your trigger." I answered shrugging my shoulders. "To tell you the truth, she trips my trigger." He pointed to the girl on the TV. "She has got to have the most perfect mouth I have ever seen. Thick pouty lips with a wet glossy sheen... reflects the light in a very sexy way." He sat and shook his head. "It doesn't hurt that she has a perfect set of teeth either!" "Figures you would focus on her teeth." I laughed. "Well, being a doctor makes me appreciate the female that takes care of her health." He tapped me on my arm, "And believe me... she's healthy!" I had hoped that he would soon hide himself like I had, but to no avail, he just sat there somewhere between being rock hard and soft. I could even feel my heart beating so loud that he had to hear... but still, he did nothing. Didn't he realize that he was bothering me? "Well? Tell me you don't think that honey isn't a knockout?" He tapped me on the leg to get my attention. "Yeah, I guess she is pretty." I added to humor him. Then I looked at the spot he had touched and frowned that I had felt a little thrill when he had done that. "Just look at her skin... simply flawless." He waived his hands as he spoke, "I just love the deep golden tan she has... absolutely breathtaking. "Your mother would kill you if she knew you liked that type of girl. I think she's expecting you to marry her clone." I kidded. "Oh there are a lot of really pretty girls out there, just none that are my type." He folded his arms and slouched in his seat. "And just what IS your type?" I poked fun at him. "I'm looking for a girl that is beautiful AND intelligent... maybe a Nurse or Doctor of some type." He looked thoughtfully for a moment, "Mom's right about one thing, I could never be interested in a slutty sort of girl... that would never do." He sighed and flipped off the TV leaving us totally in the dark, where the only light was from the Moon filtering into the window. I watched as he adjusted himself in the darkness... why was I so fascinated with him, I wondered. I nodded in agreement as he continued, "She has to be very feminine, and yet... she would need a love for sports so she could go places with me and enjoy the same things that I do." I placed my feet on the floor and rested my hands on my thighs. He continued, "Why the heck can't I find that kind of girl, Aaron? There has to be one out there... somewhere?" I felt sad for him, he deserved a girl that would give him everything he wanted. Even his own mother knew that... why couldn't he find one then. I rested my hands beside me as I waited for him to do something... but for the life of me I wasn't sure what. He rose to his feet and held out his hand, "Come on, we'd better get to bed. I have work in the morning." He happened to look down for a moment, "Do you need to use the restroom?" "No... I don't think so... why? I wondered what brought that on. "Well... you're sitting there with your legs together like you have to go. I just figured that you needed to use the facilities." He again offered his hand, which I took, and pulled me to my feet. I don't know what I was thinking as I took the hand he offered. I stood up and he slowly ushered me past him, my body tingling from his touch. I walked toward the kitchen in the darkness as he waited near the table. I popped the refrigerator open and the soft light bathed both of us for a brief moment... he was smiling at me. I filled up a cup and drank the cold milk, the coolness clearing my head. "That's not a bad idea!" He said as he stepped up behind me and took the glass and finished what I had not. His action surprised me as I had never had someone drink after me. But a shudder enveloped me as I could feel the warmth of his nearness and that made me extremely uneasy. he sat the cup down into the sink, reaching around me, he leaned against my back and I could feel his hardened chest muscles against my skin. When he pulled his hand back away he ever so slightly brushed the tip of my nipple causing me to jump. "Maybe tomorrow I could show you how to play tennis... if you wanted. I should get back here a little earlier... say around 5:00?" He was standing very close, I could smell his after-shave. "Uh... yeah, that would be fine." I stepped back to place more room between us. "Well... uh... I'd better go on to bed." He stepped out of my way and motioned for me to pass. In the dim light I glanced over my shoulder at him and could see him visibly checking out my rear. "What was going on?" I asked myself, "Was he getting an erection because of me?" I almost laughed as I turned to enter the room. "I really need to get out more..." He laughed as he poked his head into my room, "You're starting to look pretty good to me now!" He laughed aloud as he continued down the hall. As I found my way into the bedroom I pulled my warm blanket back over me and whispered to myself, "I sure hope he was joking... if not, well... at least that would explain why he doesn't have any girlfriends... he's gay!" Then the thought of how he had been treating me flashed into my head, "Oh shit... I'm a live in target!" Now besides his mother's apparent paranoia, I had to deal with her gay son. The only thing that was bothering me was the fact that he was pointing out the traits in WOMEN that he admired... a gay guy wouldn't even be interested in what a woman was built like... would he? "I have got to find a way out of here!" I closed my eyes as sleep finally overtook my tired body. *** I woke feeling very refreshed, swung my legs over the bed and bounded into the bathroom. Quickly did my morning ritual and brushed the tangles out of my hair. I was proud of how my hair looked and couldn't believe what would ever possess me to think about cutting it. I liked my hair long. I made my way down the hall where I could smell fresh coffee being brewed. Mrs. Anderson was reading her paper and sipping on her coffee, it was early but I didn't mind. I felt her watching me as I slowly walked to the coffee pot. Why was she so interested in my movements about the kitchen? Go figure... she was such an odd woman. I began to pour myself a cup when Josh came walking in dressed smartly in his suit. I handed him the cup I had already poured and got down another one for myself. He smiled and began to sip the dark liquid. "Thanks Aaron." I reached up and straightened his tie and began to pick small pieces of lint from his sleeve. He stood there smiling at me and I quickly dropped my hands to my side where I could rest them on my hips. "Uh... you had something on your sleeve." I apologized. "Isn't that sweet... if I didn't know better I would think you two were some old married couple. Come on over here and give your mother a kiss." Mrs. Anderson kidded Josh. I smiled and sat down at the table pulling out a section of the newspaper to read. As I looked down a lock of my hair fell off my shoulder and onto the paper. Casually, I lifted it out of my way and tucked it behind my ear like nothing really happened. I had read almost half of a paragraph when I realized what I had just done and hoped nobody was watching. I was wrong. Josh sat there smiling at me and it made me laugh. He took another sip without taking his eyes off me, "Are we still on for that little training session later today? I figure, if I can teach you to play... then I won't have to go at it alone." I wasn't sure if he was talking about tennis or his choice in lifestyles, it worried me. "If we're talking about tennis... then yes you can teach me." I answered in the only way I could. I had a sudden chill as I sat there, even my thighs felt cold as they came into contact with each other... that cold ran all the way to my knee. "What other way would you be thinking dear?" Mrs. Anderson answered for him. I felt put on the spot, "Well... it's just... I thought you might be... well, gay. I'm not like that, I really enjoy the company of women!" Mrs. Anderson glared at me for accusing her son of being gay. Josh saved me by interceding before she did. "No Aaron, I'm not gay at all. In fact, I very much desire the company of a beautiful woman." That made me a bit happier, though I didn't know why. "I could see nothing better than to have a shapely form of a female around me... I just need to be a bit choosy. That's probably the number one reason I don't have a girl friend." Mrs. Anderson shot a glance toward her son, then eased her look when he denied being gay. She seemed pleased... which for me, was understandable. Josh laughed and leaned back on his chair and shook his head, "I never intended for you to think I was gay... I like a thin waist and generous curves as well as the next guy. What ever gave you that impression?" I shrugged my shoulders and looked down, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean..." "That's okay Aaron, I'm not mad at you. Believe me, the girl I marry will have the figure of a supermodel... mark my words." He smiled and slowly shook his head, "And you thought I was gay... geesch!" Almost as soon as he stopped speaking I felt a tightening in my chest and sides that made me gasp for breath. Even my thigh and calf muscles began to ache again. Josh noticed this and quickly moved around the table to my side. "What's wrong... you in pain again? Between the gasps I nodded. Mrs. Anderson sat her cup down casually, "What do you mean... again? Has this pain happened before?" Josh helped me up and over to the couch, "Yeah, last night he was having pain in both legs... maybe we should have him checked out at the hospital? I could get one of my buddies to run some tests." "Oh come now Josh, he'll be fine. It's probably growing pains or something." I shot her a glance as she spoke, there wasn't a look of concern on her face at all. It was almost as though she knew what was wrong and didn't want Josh to find out. "Perhaps you're right." He looked directly at me, "Let me know if anything else happens, if it does, maybe I'll have to give you a physical." Again I glanced at Mrs. Anderson who was beaming from ear to ear... just what was she up to? I heard Josh head out of the house and close the door, Mrs. Anderson sat next to me and patted my hand. "How about you resting here for a few minutes while I lay out some clothes for you to wear... would that be okay, honey?" I nodded as she patted me on the leg and quietly left the room. I sat there trying to fight through the cramping I was feeling. It was almost like having a total body Charlie Horse... very intense. Slowly it began to subside and I could breath again. I had realized that I pulled both legs under me and was sitting like some girl in that chair. I quickly sat my feet on the floor but even though I knew sitting the way I was with my knees together, was wrong... but somehow it felt... right. I noticed that my legs didn't look right, almost as if I had suddenly dropped weight. They appeared thinner from thigh to calf. I jumped as I felt a soft hand touch my arm, as I turned Mrs. Anderson had returned and was talking to me. "It will be over soon dear, really it will. Now you need to get moving so we can get you dressed." I wondered what she meant by that little statement? She grabbed my hand and pulled me along into the bedroom where an outfit was already laying on the bed, "It was the only thing that I could find that would fit you, dear." I cringed at what I was seeing. "I know you are probably wanting your regular clothes but I'm having them cleaned and you will just have to wear what I have laid out. It was the closest thing to your size that I could find, you would just swim in Josh's things." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She handed me a pair of jean shorts, they almost looked like a girl's but I wasn't sure. I pulled them up and buttoned it over the peach colored boxers that I had slept in. "Where did these come from?" I asked. "They look a bit feminine to me..." "I'm sorry Aaron, it's the best I could do... they're mine... but it is the closest thing that I could find that would fit... at least they aren't pink." She was right... it could be worse. Just then she hit me on the head with another article of clothing, "Here, put this on too!" I began to remove the shirt that I was wearing but she stopped my hand, "Leave it on, the material of this other shirt is scratchy and you should have something soft on under it." I shrugged and did as she said. She gave me a pair of shoes and dropped a white item all rolled up on top of them. When I unrolled it, a sock fell to the floor that matched the one still left in my hand. They were really small and didn't even go past my ankle, the shoes fit fine but I had never really worn a completely white shoe before. Mine usually had some type of logo or decoration on them. As I finished tying my shoes she was handing me something, when I took it from her it was what appeared like a blue material sewn around an elastic band. I held it and tested its elasticity. "What's this for?" "Your hair, we have a lot of work to do today and I don't want your hair flying all over the place." She waited for me to do something, but when I didn't she took it back. "Oh, for Pete's sake... turn around!" She commanded. I reluctantly turned as she fidgeted with my hair, pulling it... then letting it fall. I couldn't help feeling that this was really embarrassing having her mess with my hair like she was my mom or something. After awhile she stopped and seemed satisfied with her effort. "There, now leave it alone." With one hand I reached back and felt the bun she had placed my hair into. I felt like a ninja with my hair pulled as tight as it was. She backed away from me and smiled, "You are quite lovely, you know." I wasn't sure if I should be mad at her or not, "Uh... thanks... I guess." "Oh, don't be too modest dear." She took me by my shoulder and turned me around, and then back toward her. "Even with those boy cut shorts of mine... you have spectacular looking legs..." "For a guy... right?" I added. "Or a girl..." She giggled. I groaned as she pulled me out of the room. We headed back out and into the kitchen where she had a list of chores for us to do. I kept busy for most of the day and it seemed that the only time we sat was when we ate lunch. She seemed pretty impressed that I was able to keep up with her... but truthfully, it wasn't the first time that I helped clean a house before. "You're quite the natural little housewife..." She kidded... or at least I hoped she was kidding. "Why are we doing all of the cleaning?" I asked as I brushed a loose hair away from my face, ending up tucking it behind my ear. "I thought you had people that did this for you?" "Usually I do, but I gave them the day away... besides it gives us a bit of time to bond." I was so unsure of this woman... one minute she was talking crazy, then the next she seemed so pleasant. To myself I thought, "Maybe it's a tumor." I heard her laugh softly to herself while her back faced me as she put away dishes. She was really creeping me out. Her laugh became louder. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Oh... nothing. You wouldn't understand." She smiled and giggled softly to herself. Finally, as the four o'clock hour approached we began to cook supper, by five, it was on the table and we were waiting for Josh to pull in. I couldn't really explain why I did it, but I kept going to the window and watching for him, it was bothering me that Mrs. Anderson seemed pleased that I had taken some sort of interest in Josh's return. The strangest thing was the feeling of excitement I received when I saw his car pull into the drive... It almost embarrassed me that I was so eager to see him. As he walked in I took