A New Life in Hartford I left Hanna the next morning and got in a cab that took me to the airport. Hanna and I had sex twice more before I left; I’ll never forget that night. After two planes and another cab, I stood in front of my new home. It was a three-story house with a nice front yard, tall windows and a wide, shadowed porch. It looked like something my parents would buy. I smiled as I looked at it. Hartford would be a new start. At the airport I had honed my abilities. They were nowhere near perfect, but I could do some pretty neat things. Using my newly sharpened mental senses I scanned the rooms of the house. I was able to get a visual without actually going inside. It was quite nice. The rooms were all carpeted upstairs, with one bathroom on the third level and another two on the second. There were two bedrooms on the third floor, three on the second floor and the last one on the ground floor. A large backyard stretched out behind the house with a pool and a garden. At the moment, seeing as it was seven o clock, everyone was at the dinner table. They weren’t expecting me for another hour. I sharpened my focus and looked at each person individually. My mother wasn’t the perfect woman or a MILF. She was just an ordinary woman in her fifties, blonde hair, blue eyes, short height, graceful movements but a cold attitude. My father, siting next to her, was the opposite. He looked thirty at fifty five, and there was an air of knowledgeable humor about him that made people laugh at the stories he told. He wore a suit constantly; one of the trademarks of a banker, I suppose. His hair was short brown and his eyes were the same. He stood at five foot eleven; he made up for height in going to the gym every day. It was a frightening thing to watch him lift, knowing how hard he pushed himself. He looked like a fighter. Next came my older sisters, the Twins: Katy and Kathy. Leave it my parents to be original. …the next moment changed everything
