He was helping me, doing things while I was working, and we were chatting too, making the work environment interesting and very convenient, but I clea...ly noticed him steeling secret looks at my body once in a while, at some points, I caught him looking over my dress top or up my dress, he was embarrassed a little, but my way of ignoring it with a smile and a naughty wink, made it easier for him, as if hinting that it was fine with me, with no harm done.I knew my dress was very short, showing. She stroked his tanned chest, grinning at him, and he started to shake, as if he might faint. She licked her lips."Come on, let's go for a walk," she said."Sure," the boy mumbled. "I mean, all right, sure."She took him by the hand and led him to the area of game tents where she'd seen kids from her group go. His hand was sweating as she led him between two tents and out behind them.Off the midway, the fair grounds in this area were thick with camping tents and house trailers. Denise wasn't sure. In a way it’s the reverse of Moira. It practically killed me when she broke up with me. Cheryl worried it would be the same thing with her when she had to head back to New York. But it wasn’t the sex, even if it’s great. Sex can be great with a one night stand. Maybe not as intense emotionally, but that has to do with the real glue of the relationship. The ease of communication. The pleasure of exchanging thoughts and feelings freely without any self-consciousness. The...”“Intimacy.”“I think. They had been so bare. When he placed thoughts into another’s mind, he sent along concepts, images, feelings, the whole shebang. When Jacobs had put his orders into Jack, they had come in the form of bare text. There had been no feelings attached to them, no imagery to make them more palatable, no concepts to ease their assimilation. How does one send just bare text? Jack dwelled on that question, guessing that the answer to it was the key to understanding Jacobs’ ability to cloak and attack at.