For Andrew had many friends like James Birdsong and others that I wanted to see naked.For Andrew had many friends like James Birdsong and others that I wanted to see naked. There was the possibility that some of them would like to be taught by Andrew what "FUCK" meant. Maybe I could get Andrew to play doctor and patient with his friends. I know, I know, you are saying that is juvenile, but what the hey? It's a start. We all started that way sometime in our life. It was Friday night again, so I went out to relax. I was going to see Andrew Saturday, to go to the science museum. So I got home early to get some rest. I wasn't quite sure how to approach Andrew with a voice out of the air. I could use the "Conscience" thing...no, or I could use the "Guardian Angel" bit ... no ... I Know, The "Imaginary playmate" thing. Yes, that would work. Cell helped me to disguise my voice and I was ready to try. "Ok Cell, connect two-way hearing," I said. "Done," said Cell. I could hear the gentle hum of the air conditioner at Andrew's house. I could hear him breathing in that angelic pattern. I hated to wake him up. "Andrew... Andrew... ANDREW!" I said audibly. "Wake up!" He shot bolt upright in his bed. "What?... What?" Andrew said. It seemed so real to him. I had him lower his pajamas to below his knees and pull them the rest of the way off. He was lying there in just his t-shirt. "Andrew, I need help." I said in my fake voice. He quickly put on his pajamas again. "Who are you? Where are you? DADDY, MAMA! There's somebody in here!" Andrew said with fear. He was really scared. Andrew's parents came rushing in to his room to console him. Andrew's dad had a .45 pistol. His mother took him to her breast and soothed the hair on his head. |