The family bed

CHAPTER EIGHT

It was four in the afternoon, and the last day of school before summer vacation. It was smoggy and overcast, and Donna was hurrying. She took one long, last look around the classroom before turning off the lights, then stepped into the corridor and closed the door, but she did not lock it for she no longer had the key. The familiar corridor was quiet as she walked briskly toward her car.

Almost six months had passed since the Christmas vacation at Yosemite, and thanks to Ward Murdock and her son, she was a totally different person. Perhaps her family was different from most, but at least they knew and understood what was important to them. Most significant to Donna, however, was that for the first time in years, family love was more important than the mere support of it. Comfort and happiness came first and foremost now, and she finally realized these difficult commodities were not achieved by simply making money.

It usually took her fifteen minutes to drive from school to her Pasadena home, but tonight she cut the time to a little over ten. Tonight there was no daydreaming, just simple expectancy, and when she swung into the driveway, the narrow crotchband of her panties was damp with moisture. The car stopped with a jerk, and she was out and up the walkway almost before the engine sputtered to a stop. Her mouth opened and words rushed out the instant the front door was open: "Kevin…? Sheri…? Ward? Anyone home yet?" she cried expectantly.

"Mmmmmmmm… in… here," came the muffled cry from the back bedroom.

"We… couldn't… wait…"

She didn't bother to answer, but headed toward that voice, leaving a trail of hastily removed clothing.

For better or for worse, Donna Murdock had arrived!