Archive-name: Family/faye.txtArchive-author: The Ribald WriterArchive-title: Miss FayeChapter 1 Faye came to live with me three years ago, and she changed my lifeforever. I hadn't seen her since she was a little girl, but when herparents died suddenly in a boating accident, I found out that I waslisted as primary guardian in their will. I vaguely remembered mybrother asking me if I would do it, but didn't really think anythingwould happen to him or Sally, his wife, so I said yes. I should have sensed that something was going to happen, becausethings had been going too well for me. My divorce had been finalized,I'd gotten a new job paying in the mid-six figures for what amountedto part-time work, (that pissed the ex-wife from hell off no end,much to my delight) and I'd finally gotten rid of that nasty topspinslice on my forehand return shot. I met Faye for the first time in almost ten years when I pickedher up at the airport. Gone was the prissy, almost pompous littlebrat she'd been. The girl, no, woman, I met was tall, graceful, andhad a body most centerfolds would kill for. At sixteen, Faye stood5'11", and weighed 145 pounds, and not a gram of it was out of place.She measured 38-24-36, and had already learned to dress to accentuateher height and her build. She spotted me as soon as she came out of the skyway and rushedover, wrapping herself around me in a totally innocent hug. Myinitial reaction was an immediate, and very obvious erection. Faye smiled up at me with a soon to be familiar glint in her eye. "Well, Uncle Max," she said, laughing lightly and pressing herhips against me, making it plain that she was aware of the effect shehad already had on me, "It's nice to know you're glad to see me!" I broke away, holding her at arm's length. I was amazed by theravishing creature I held before me. To complement her obviousphysical charms, Faye had classically beautiful features, thick blackhair that she wore in a long ponytail, reaching almost to her hips,and rich, cobalt blue eyes. I'm still trying to figure out where shegot her looks. My brother was butt-ugly at best, and his wife, well,lets just say that she was pleasantly homely. When my senses and hormones were under some control, I led Fayeout to the car, and headed for home. As we drove, I pointed outplaces that I thought would interest her, malls, parks, a some ofnotable teen hangouts, and the school she'd be going to. She justpassed it all off, and kept asking me about myself. She wanted toknow all about me, my interests, work, and most especially, if I wasinvolved in any relationships. I gave her a brief rundown, but keptpersonal details to a minimum. I was relieved when we reached thehouse and I could show her to her room and let her get settled in. I gave Faye a quick tour of the house after we'd unloaded her bagsand taken them to her room. She was impressed with both the size andlayout of the house, and complemented me frequently on my taste indecor. Faye hung on my arm as I led her through each room, pressingherself up against me as often as possible. I was taken by her. Her scent was intoxicating and the touch offirm, full breasts pressing against me was maddening. I finally hadto make up an excuse to get away from her before she drove me mad. I went to the study and had a couple of fast, strong drinks, thencalled my girl friend and explained what was going on, and that Imight not be able to see her for a while. She was very understanding,but suggested that having a nubile teenager in the house with asingle man might lead to trouble. She laughingly suggested that if Igot too tempted, to call her immediately, and she'd relieve thetension. I didn't realize then that I wouldn't have a choice in thematter. I managed to dodge Faye for most of the afternoon since she had tounpack and get her things arranged, and I had some work to get done.As it turned out, my work kept me at the office very late. I calledFaye several times to check on her and to apologize for leaving heralone in a strange city. She said that it was okay; she'd be fine andI shouldn't worry. It was just after midnight when I got home and the house was dark,so I crept quietly up the stairs to my bedroom. It felt strangesneaking around in my own house, but I didn't want to disturb Faye ifshe was asleep, and I was too tired to deal with her if she wasawake. As I passed her room, I saw the door was open a crack, and thelight was on, so I stopped and peeked in. Faye was stretched out onher tummy across the bed asleep, hugging her pillow. She was wearinga pair of sheer pink panties and a cut-off t-shirt. Faye moved, drewone leg up and fluffed the pillow under her head. The movementrevealed the tight mound of her pussy and another shift pulled thet-shirt above the creamy mound of her tit. My cock throbbed toanother painful erection, and I forced myself to pull the doorclosed. I walked to my own room and flopped on the bed in frustra-tion. I almost called Rachel, but thought better of it. Instead, Iundressed and slid into bed. I fell asleep almost immediately. My dreams that night were hot, damp, and they all involved Faye. Icouldn't get her body out of my thoughts, even in sleep. I rememberwaking up around 4:00 in the morning with a raging hard-on, and wassurprised to find it sticky. I hadn't had a wet dream in years. Islept nude, so I didn't have to worry about soiled pajamas or shorts,but figured that I should check the sheets to assess the damage. Ifelt around all over both the top and bottom sheets, but couldn'tfind any sign of a wet spot. Finally, in frustration, I turned on thelight and shook out the top sheet, holding it up to look at it.Nothing. I looked all over the bottom sheet, and again, nothing. Ifinally said the hell with it and pulled the covers back up and wentback to sleep. I enrolled Faye in school the next day, and our lives settled intoa routine, even though she continued to tease me unmercifully. I wasspending more time at the office in the evenings at that point, so Ireally didn't think the teasing was bothering me that much, but Ikept having emissionless wet dreams almost every night. A few nights after Faye arrived, I shuddered awake from a reallysexy dream. I was coming, and wrapped my hand around my cock andmilked it to prolong the pleasant sensations. My door was ajar, and Ithought I saw something move past. I wakened further and noticed thatmy cock was soaking wet, and not just with cum. As I examined it moreclosely, I saw red marks all over my cock, almost like bite marks. Something was going on. I'd been perplexed by the absence ofstains from my nightly wet dreams; yet this latest one now left mecovered with the sticky white stuff. I had a strong feeling that Iwas being visited while I was asleep, but didn't want to confrontFaye with it until I could be sure. I needed concrete proof that Iwasn't just jerking off in my sleep. I got up and walked down the hall to the bath. As I passed Faye'sroom, I stopped and listened at the door. Silence. I opened the doorand peeked in. Faye was lying on her side, asleep in her usual nightwear of panties and crpped tee shirt. My cock began to harden. Thetee shirt was up under her arms and her creamy breasts drew my eye inthe dim light. I stood spellbound, unable to retreat. I pushed thedoor open all the way and hall light flooded the room. I crossed herroom and knelt by the bed. Faye's eyes squinted against the light andshe turned her face into her pillow, but that was the only response. I knelt beside the bed, scarcely breathing, staring at the ripeyoung body of my niece, my ward. I was taking a major risk, but atthat moment I really didn't care. I didn't touch her, just looked.And she helped me. Faye rolled onto her back and her breasts jiggledlike jello-filled balloons. One knee lifted and then rolled out tothe side. Her panty covered crotch came into view. My eyes were drawn to the junction of her thighs, and my cockpulsed as I looked at the fresh young pussy through her tight pant-ies. As I stepped to the end of the bed, she pulled her other leg upand her thighs spread wide, almost as if she knew I was there. Iknelt motionless, watching, waiting for some sign to let me know thatshe knew I was there. She gave me a sign, but it wasn't what I wasexpecting. Gradually, her breathing deepened, becoming harsher, and shetossed her head from side to side, grunting and groaning deep in herthroat. But her lower body didn't move from its displayed position.Her left hand crept to one big tit and pinched the nipple, making itjut out firm and proud. I didn't know if she were dreaming or puttingon a show, but she was getting turned on. A small dark spot appearedon her panties and grew quickly as musky droplets seeped from hercunt. The creamy liquid soaked the gusset and made it almost trans-parent. Her labia were distinct through the sheer material, and herscent filled the room. Faye's other hand rested on her tummy, tracing small circles onthe smooth white flesh. The circles grew wider until her fingertipsbrushed the elastic of her panties. I could take no more, and backed up, still on my knees, scuttlingto the door. When I stood up my shadow fell over her. The lightbehind me threw a shadow across the bed, as if trying to do what Iwouldn't let myself do. The tip of my shadow-cock rested on mysleeping niece's damp panties. I stood a moment longer, then closedthe door and continued on to the bathroom. I knew that I wouldn't beable to get back to sleep now, so I got in the shower and turned iton as cold as I could stand it. It didn't help; my cock was still ashard as a rock, so I turned on the hot water and grabbed the soap. Ileaned back and jerked off, thinking how much I'd love to go back inFaye's room and fuck the living shit out of her. I brought myself off quickly, but my cock stayed hard. It stayedin a kind of semi-erection for most of the day. Faye's teasing was much more blatant that morning as she got readyfor school. She came out of the bathroom stark naked as I passed by,stopping and posing for me, then turning and walking casually downthe hall to her room. Then at breakfast, she leaned over my shoulder,pressing her tits into my back as she grabbed my wrist and took ahuge bite out of the piece of toast I was holding. She even made ashow of licking a drop of jelly off of my finger, then wiggled hernimble pink tongue at me before swallowing it. I almost ran out of the house that morning. I was scared by whatseemed to be going on. I didn't have any proof that Faye was comingon to me, and I didn't want to make any advances even if she was. Mythoughts were of jail cells, and big, hairy men taking turns on myvirgin asshole flashed through my mind as I drove to work. I tried to call Rachel, hoping that she could help me out, both bydraining my balls and maybe telling me what to do, but her assistantsaid she was in Phoenix for the next two weeks. I plodded through mymeetings that day, then stalled as long as I could before I wenthome. The living room light was on when I pulled up in front of thehouse. I stood on the front porch debating whether or not to go in.Finally, I peeked in the bay window to see if Faye really was awake. She was sitting on the couch, wearing a cut-off tee shirt and apair of running shorts. She was watching a MacGyver on TV, so Ifigured it was safe enough, especially if I breezed in with a quickhello and hauled ass for my bedroom. Before I could move, Faye blewthat plan all to hell. She pulled up her tee shirt and cupped her tits, massaging themslowly, moving her fingers upward over the firm, full globes untilshe reached her nipples. She tweaked the spiky buds, teasing them tohardness. My cock grew with her nipples, stretching down my pantsleg. I sensed a drop of pre-come ooze from the tip when she liftedone tit and licked the nipple, then sucked it into her mouth. I wanted to run, but my feet weren't getting the message. I stoodthere, peeking in my own living room window like a peeping tom. Fayemade it worth my while. When she finished playing with her nipples,she dipped her hand into the waistband of her shorts and dug aroundwith her fingers. I didn't have a very good view, since I was lookingin at her from the side. I could just discern the fingers movingunder the loose material. Suddenly, she got up and pushed her shortsdown, kicking them nearly off. They dangled from one ankle as she satback down against the arm of the couch with one leg up on the cush-ions and the other on the floor. She was fully open to my ravenousgaze. Fingertips dipped into the fur-clad slit. She kept her eyes onthe TV as she stroked in and out of her pretty pink pussy. Herarousal was obvious: her pussy lips glistened. Faye continued the fingering, slowly picking up the pace until herhand was a blur. She brought her free hand down and started rubbingher clit. She looked positively delicious lying there on the couch,her skin flushed a deep red, her hands digging eagerly into her cunt.I reached down and began to massage the head of my cock, feeling myown orgasm rapidly approaching. I stopped suddenly, ashamed of myselffor masturbating like a school boy. You should go in there and put a stop to all this right now, Itold myself. She's a sixteen year old girl for God's sake. You havegot to do something. So I did. I turned around and went back to my car, got in anddrove to the bar down the street. I sat at the bar for a few ofhours, getting pretty well smashed. Finally around 2:30, I decidedthat it might be safe to go home. As I drove up to the house, I couldn't see any lights, so I parkedthe car, (right on top of one of my prized azaleas), and quietly mademy way inside. I tip-toed up the stairs, and as I reached the top, Isaw that Faye's door was open and the light was on. Shit! I thought,she's gonna get me fer sure now, and I'm in no shape to resist. But my fears proved ungrounded. As I crept past her door, I sawthat she was asleep, but had left another trap for me. She was nakedon top of her covers. I groaned audibly, unsure of how long I couldresist. She must have heard me, because she rolled over on her back,and her legs drifted open. I stared hungrily at the cleft between herlegs, because she'd shaved the lips and trimmed the bush over hercunt into a neat little mohawk. I walked into the room and knelt onthe floor with my face between her legs. I leaned in close and took along, loud sniff, and was almost overcome by the fragrant aromadrifting up from her smooth-shaven beaver. "God, I bet that tastes good," I mumbled, unaware that I'd said italoud. Faye must have heard me. She purred lightly and ground her hips ina slow circle, lifting her pussy toward my eager face. Pearly drop-lets oozed from between the dusky pink lips that spread slowly, likea flower opening to the sun. Suddenly, I noticed a drop of waterrunning down her thigh about eight inches away from her pretty baldcunt. I saw another drop hit, and realized that I was drooling. Ileaned in a little closer just as Faye lifted her hips again, and herpussy brushed lightly over the tip of my nose. Faye moaned as I pulled my head back. She was still lifting herhips, almost humping up at me. I rose to my feet and stood over her.I tugged my zipper down slowly and quietly, then reached in for mythrobbing cock. I watched Faye's legs open wider as she pulled herfeet up under her butt. The thick pink petals of her labia opened anda stream of nectar seeped out and down into the crack of her ass. I backed up slowly, stroking my cock as I went. When I reached thedoor, I turned off the light and pulled the door closed, then walkeddown the hall to my room, still stroking my cock lazily, I mumbleddrunkenly to myself "There ya go bitch. Yer not the only one who cantease ya know." I undressed, dropping my clothes on the floor, my hard cockpreceding me every where I went. On an alcohol-inspired hunch I dugmy camera bag from the closet and fumbled out the pair of 8 mm cam-corders. I put a fresh tape in each one and set them for slow record.One rested on the dresser at one side of the bed, hidden by somepapers. The other lay on the window sill and peeked out between thecurtains. I turned off the overhead light and toggled the readinglights mounted on the headboard. They were aimed at my cock. I flopped on the bed, not bothering with the covers. `Why bother? She's gonna come in and rape me when she thinks I'masleep.' I looked down at my cock, still standing up in an enormouserection. `Jesus,' I thought, `that thing must have grown a couple ofinches. If I roll over, I'm gonna pole vault into the closet.'Shaking my head, I wrapped a pillow up around my ears, (It helps mesleep, OK?) and tried to sleep. An hour later I was still awake. Thedrop of cunt-cream on the end of my nose was driving me crazy, and Iwas afraid to roll over for fear of breaking my cock. I was debatinggetting up and going downstairs when I heard the knob on my bedroomdoor turn. There was a creak as the door opened slowly. I made my breathing deep and even, feigning sleep. With the pillowaround my head, Faye couldn't see my face. She stood and watched mefor a very long time, then pushed the door open and crept across theroom. I'm surprised that I never noticed her coming in before. Icould hear her harsh breathing as she drew closer, and I could smellher musky aroma as she stood looking down at me. Her boldness surprised me. She moved around to the foot of the bedand knelt slowly on the mattress. She moved up over me, dragging hernipples over my legs. She moved slowly, but finally reached my cockand settled down on top of me. Her hot cunt slid across my hairycalf, her tits pressed into my thighs. Hot breath fanned the head ofmy cock, making it pulse and throb mightily. I was afraid to open my eyes, but I could feel her looking at mycock, just inches from her face. I almost lost control when she blewa stream of cool air around my knob, making it flex and flair likethe head of a cobra. A drop of pre-come squirted out and started torun down the side of my shaft, and I heard her speak. "Ah, there's the candy baby's looking for," she cooed. Then herhot wet tongue raked up the side of my cock to lap the thick, creamydroplet. My cock pulsed, and another drop, even larger, poured downthe underside of my cock. She wrapped her fingers loosely around the base of my cock tosteady it as she dragged her tongue slowly upwards, lashing at thethick vein that seamed the underside of my shaft. I heard her suck mywarm, gooey offering into her mouth, then felt her lips against thenerve cluster just under the rim. She sucked and licked her way upover the fat flaring knob of my cock until she was nursing directlyon the soft weeping lips of my piss-slit. A steady stream of pre-comeoozed out of those tiny pink lips, only to be gathered up by hereager tongue. She'd brought her hands into play, one was milking myshaft gently urging more of my cream up and out so she could slurp itoff, and the other was massaging my balls gently, coaxing them torelease more of the steaming sauce she craved. I lay back and relaxed. I was amazed at how well I was takingthis, and was confident that I could maintain the pretense of sleepthroughout her oral assault. I'd become a detached spectator, eventhough watching through my sense of touch. Faye became more active, even aggressive, as she nursed on mydrooling slit. Her tongue made wider and wider excursions around thesensitive meat of my knob, wetting and teasing the hot crimson flesh.I groaned when her lips slipped over the rim of my cock-head. Sheheld the tip between her lips, baking in the furnace of her mouth.She drooled freely, hot spit streaming down the fat shaft. She began massaging the hot drool into the thick stalk, moving itup and down lazily. Her mouth picked up the same rhythm, and shesucked and pumped on my cock, increasing the pace, and making loudslurping noises as she sucked. Faye lifted her head from my cock, but maintained the pumpingmotion with her hand. I felt her mashing her drooling cunt against myleg, humping her clit on my shin. "Please wake up, Uncle Max!" she whispered, almost pleading. "Iknow you want to fuck me, I could feel your breath on my pussy, andÄOh God." She licked a drop of cum off my throbbing knob and groundher pussy harder against my leg. "When I felt you between my legs,sniffing my pussy, drooling on me because you wanted to lick my hotlittle cunt " Her hand left my balls, and a moment later slipped between my legand her sloppy wet pussy. Faye stroked her clit and continued towhisper: "I thought you'd finally get the message that I wanted youto fuck me when you peeked in the living room window. I put on aspecial show. Just for you. But when I finished, you were gone." She squeezed my cock, making the head bulge out, and dove down onit, taking half my length into her hot, wet mouth. She sucked vigor-ously for a long time, varying her speed and rhythm, apparentlyfamiliar with what my cock liked. My hips jerked, I couldn't stop them, but she must have gotten thesame response while I was asleep the other times, because she didn'tstop. I started bucking my hips up at her mouth, fucking my cock intoher mouth in the rhythm I wanted, and she picked it up withoutmissing a stroke. She pulled her head up suddenly, leaving my cock to cool in thestill air. "You're gonna come soon, aren't you? Oh please, wake up! Iwant you to fuck my mouth when you come. Oh please wake up. Wake up!"She groaned and tugged roughly on my cock. The thick shaft pulsedonce, then twice, much harder, in rapid succession, and she droppedher head back down, but didn't take it in her mouth. "Come, yeah, I know you can do it! Come for me, feed me that hotnasty cream! Oh, I want it so bad!" she groaned, her lips brushingthe winking piss-hole as she spoke. Her lips captured the spit-slick tip and sucked hungrily while herhand beat feverishly up and down my rigid stalk. She brought her handback to my balls and squeezed them again, not so gently this time. Igroaned and arched up off the bed, driving my cock between her lipsand into the back of her mouth. She met my motion, diving down thethick stalk even as the first load burned up from my aching balls. My cock lodged in her throat as the first hot wad of steamingspunk spewed from my tortured slit. She moaned deep in her throat,but didn't gag or pull away. Her tight throat muscles massaged as sheswallowed, and set off another spurt from deep in my balls. She pulled her head up as the second load surged up the stalk ofmy cock. She kept the head in her mouth, lips clamped tight justunder the rim. She groaned hungrily as my come burst into her mouth,and I felt thick streams of the hot stuff running down the shaft ofmy cock. Her hand was still pumping steadily as she pulled her mouthoff my cock, panting like a marathon runner. "Yeah, shoot in my face now. I know you've got some more in therefor me. Oh, shoot it all over my face, my tits. Drown me in it!" My cock pulsed even as she spoke. My come flew out and splatteredher smooth white skin. I wanted to open my eyes and look at herbathed in come, but I lay there and just let it happen. She kept jerking on my cock long after I'd stopped spurting. Shebrought it back to her mouth and sucked it into the warm, wet cavern,licking up my spilled seed. Almost lazily now, she teased her tonguearound and around my shrinking shaft. She took her time cleaning me up. It was obvious that she didn'tcare if she was caught. Hell, she wanted to be caught! Finally, she'dgotten all the creamy nectar I had to offer, and my cock had shrunkto it resting state as a soft warm snake nestled between my legs. She climbed off of me, then I heard a squashing noise near myhead. I was sorely tempted to open my eyes, but seconds later wasglad I'd resisted. "Maybe you'll get the point now," she whispered, running herfingers under my nose and across my lips, smearing her tangy nectaronto my face. I licked my lips and smiled dreamily, then rolled over and turnedmy back to her. She stood there for several more minutes, looking down at me. Ifinally heard the door close, and I dropped off to sleep. The next morning, (about two hours later really), I strolled upbehind Faye as she stood at the kitchen counter making her lunch. Iwrapped my arms lightly around her tiny waist and nuzzled her neck,sucking lightly on the tender skin, like I was giving her a hickey.She put her hand on my cheek and pressed her body back against me,wiggling her hips against my crotch, trying to tease me. I surprisedher by pulling her back tighter against me, pushing my semi-hard cockinto her soft, springy butt. She spun in my arms so she was facing me, but kept up her easybumping motion with her hips. I surprised her again, because I pulledon her hips again and ground my crotch into hers, pinning her upagainst the counter. Faye wrapped her arms around my neck and rubbedher big, fluffy tits into my chest, then closed her eyes and movedher face up to kiss me. This wasn't going to be any good morningpeck, but a full-fledged, tongue down the throat soul kiss. I leaned back, dodging her and putting us both off balance, so wehad to break our embrace. Faye looked at me for a moment, shaking herhead with a wry smile as though she knew the game I was playing. "You look almost frisky this morning. You've been so jumpy anddistant since I got here! I was beginning to think that you might notwant me." She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me closeagain. "What's gotten into you anyway!" "A dream." I said simply. I smiled at her, thinking how nice itwas to be able to stand up straight and look her in the eyes. I putmy hands on the counter, leaning into her, making her bend backwardsat the waist. Her crotch was pushed out by her position, and Idropped one hand between us and let it brush over her mound throughher tight jeans. Faye gasped, shocked at my taking the initiative,but I moved away before anything else happened. "Yeah, I had a dreamabout a woman," I said dropping to one knee right in front of her topick up some crumbs from the floor. I was looking right at her cuntas I continued. "I think it was Rachel, but I'm not so sure now.Anyway, I was on this table or bed or something, and she was makinglove to me. I wasn't tied up or anything, but I couldn't move, I wassubject to her will in all things. It was a really hot dream." Istood up and stared into her eyes. "I think I've been having thisdream a lot lately. I really don't know if I should be telling youthis," I said, letting my voice drop to a conspiratorial whisper,"but I think I've been having wet dreams." Faye blushed, and her breath came in harsh pants for a few mo-ments. She looked back at me, meeting my eyes in a bold stare. "Itsounds to me like you need someone to help you take care of thatproblem." I turned away and walked over to the bar. I could tell that shewas off balance. She was looking at me closely, trying to figure outif I was playing her game now, or if I was really sharing a secretwith her. Either way, I knew she liked the change. "Yeah, I'm gonna call Rachel this afternoon and see if she wantsto go out tonight. You don't mind, do you?" I said over my shoulderas I poured a cup of coffee. She looked daggers at me and grabbed her books off the table andstarted to stomp out. "Do whatever you want. I'm going to be late forschool." She stormed out, slamming the front door behind her. Her performance brought a laugh. It'd been cruel to lead her onthen drop her, but I wanted her confused, upset and off her stridewhile I got my head together on how to handle her. I knew I was goingto fuck her, especially after I let her suck me off last night. I went upstairs for the camcorders and brought them down to theliving room. I hooked them to my editing console and grabbed theremotes, then got comfortable on the floor in front of the tv. I started the recorder that had been on the dresser, since I'd setthat one for a closer focus. The tape ran for a minute, and then,there I was, moving around the room, then settling on the bed. Istared at my image on the screen, not used to seeing this outsideperspective. I liked what I saw, a tall, well-muscled man, still firmfrom a youth spent in physical pursuits. My face had a character Ihadn't noticed in the mirror, and the salt and pepper in my hairaccented it. My eyes were drawn to my cock, especially after I'dsettled on the bed and it took up most of the frame. It looked biggerfrom the angle I was seeing it from now compared to when I look downat it from above. On the whole, I wasn't to shabby. I fast forwarded the tape to the point where Faye first came intoview, then slowed it to normal speed and watched her suck my cock.There was Faye from her tits up, and me, from my knees to the middleof my chest, clear as day. I was amazed at th . Archive-name: Family /faye. txtArchive-author: The Ribald WriterArchive-title: Miss FayeChapter 1 Faye came to live with me three years ago, and she changed. dodge Faye for most of the afternoon since she had tounpack and get her things arranged, and I had some work to get done.As it turned out, my work kept me at the office very late. I calledFaye. disturb Faye ifshe was asleep, and I was too tired to deal with her if she wasawake. As I passed her room, I saw the door was open a crack, and thelight was on, so I stopped and peeked in. Faye