<strong>Lennon </strong>shook hands and said goodbye to his last patient for the day, a professional beach volley player named Curtis, with some kind of chronic back ache. After 90 minutes of stretching, massage and manipulation, Curtis' pain was soothed, almost gone, but he knew that after a week of hard practice or a couple of matches, Curtis was going to come back, bent in spinal agony. He was too stubborn to quit competitive beach volley. All the better for his wallet. Lennon turned off the new age music and tidied up his small, cozy and comfortable practice room. He was slow, scrupulous and precise. Everything had to go back in his exact place.<br/><br/>He walked, pensive and distracted, to his car. Driving home, the crimson sun setting in the burning horizon, Lennon felt worried. He didn't question Jessica's decision: she was just like that, selfless and noble-minded. And he loved Jess more than ever. But a new family member was going to mean... Well, he didn't know exactly what it was going to mean. But troubles, for sure. The new family member had to be introduced to the rules. How? When? At once? Or better wait a couple of days, maybe a week? A month? A year? Troubles. What if she wasn't going to adhere to their free, liberated life style? What if she told someone, like a cop? Troubles. And then, there was Gary. His son was often so tense, maybe even angry. He was so far away, sometimes. He was a smart, handsome, healthy young man, but he looked quite unhappy. Why? And he was going to get a new "sister" today. How in the hell was Gary going to react? Troubles...<br/><br/>Lennon parked carefully the Dodge Magnum in the garage, next to Jess' car, and rested his forehead against the wheel, clenching his eyes. Brace yourself, man, he told to himself. You will make it. You're not alone. You're not alone! He felt a surge of burning need for his wife, son and daughters. Walking to the door, he was almost running. Rushing inside, he undressed as quick as he could, feeling finally free and relieved. His trousers, sweaty t-shirt, shoes and underwear thrown in a pile. Then he took a deep, full breath, smelling a savory scent from the kitchen.<br/><br/>«Hello, my much beloved family! - he greeted, in his full, deep voice - I'm home!» Peeking in the kitchen, he saw Jess, Jessica Junior and Courtney busy with cooking. His daughters were so stunningly beautiful. So sexy, both of them. And his wife was so mouthwatering. Three kids and a body to die for. It was a heavenly vision, all three together, naked. He felt a familiar, ungovernable hardon growing. He poked his head in the kitchen. «Hi, my wondrous and industrious progeny! And hi, my divine spouse! - said with a broad, mocking smile - Where's Gary? Not home yet?»