The next day Honey woke up and found himself buried in something soft with a whiff of the floral fragrance emitting from it. He loved the fragrance and nuzzled against the self-assumed pillow.


    However, the constant heaving of the ''pillow'' and a faint sound of breathing that isn''t his own flung his eyes so wide each orb were a perfect round. After a second, he deflated like a balloon and made a crying face.


    ''Why?''


    ''How?''


    ''When?''


    "Good morning, son," Rubbing his wet hair with a towel, Wang Shi looked from the mirror and smiled at Honey who was deeply pondering his next action. To yell or sneak out? Jeez! The drool patches on Suyin''s clothes had put him in a hard situation.


    "Dad, I need" he looked at Suyin warily and lowered his voice, "I need explanation."