"So, is it true? Do you feel that way? About me?" Angie starts to tell him no, but, looking at how he is looking at her, she decides to answer him...another way. As she drops the towel she says "does this answer your question? I am not a lil girl anymore. And even if it’s wrong, Yes, I feel that way." Her dad stared at her nude body, jaw hanging open. He tried to think, but his body was betraying him. Angie looked down at the growing bulge in his pants. "So, do I get dressed, or do. Grove hollered through the earphones: “Kellie, what is it?”Iris laughed bitterly. “I told you it was a bad idea, asshole.”Kellie’s wound was mortal. Iris stemmed blood loss from her ruptured heart and rebuilt the muscles and nerves from the top down, atriums first, then the larger, more important ventricles. The aortic artery came next, followed by the superior vena cava. She barked sharply at Grove to shut the hell up, and let her work. Pumping blood exclusively to Kellie’s brain--there’d been. At nine she came to the room with food and we ate together. She made her kids sleep early and locked the room from outside.Once again she made bed for me and we fucked 2 times that night. Sex was too much that day and both of us were tired. Mean while we had talked all the day and she opened her mind to extend and avoided talking about her husband and family.She sensed guiltiness whenever I asked how he fucked her. She only said now they were not frequent in sex and business and family matters. He was disappointed in what he found: one moldy orange and nothing else that ever had been edible. He did find a broken brick, and this he snatched in hopes that it would help crack open coconuts.The recycle bin held greater treasure: a kitchen knife with the tip broken off. This would help with peeling fruit and cutting branches for the shelter he and Paula were hoping to build. He also snagged a large jar, figuring it could hold water for when they were away from the stream.Paul was touching.