’ ‘And what about this thing you have on my balls? How long will I have to wear it? How long will it be before I’ve earned your trust and the tr...st of the other women here? I think I’ve proved, to some degree, that I’m not a violent person.’ I said all this with a hint of indignation. I expected Alexis to become hostile towards my tone of voice. I cringed a little when I envisioned her raising a finger to the buttons of her wrist remote. I made an effort to pull back any sign of aggression. I. "The lemonade's out on the porch too." Susan said."It will keep. Unless that's what you'd like. Or perhaps a soda?" Jane asked."Diet Pepsi?" Susan asked, shyly."Something told me that might suit you." Jane chuckled, handing her a cold can and a glass she had held in the ice dispenser of her fridge door. It contained three perfect cubes."Thanks." Susan said. She almost felt an electric shock when Jane's hand brushed hers.Jane did too. Her enhanced senses couldn't help but feel the girls. I held my breast through my gown with a hand and shifted beneath the blankets, so the fabric dipped between my spread thighs. Still afraid to speak, wary that a sound might send him scurrying, I quirked my fingers again. Come. He did. Still slowly, moving gently, almost. The boards of my attic bedroom, in my poor husband's old, creaking house, did not sound beneath his steps. His face was still shaded when he reached for me, but that only made the first touch sweeter. My thief was who I wanted. “You have proof you are her brother?”I hand her my birth certificate and my driver’s license. There are other documents available, but not at my fingertips. She looks at them and at me to see if the picture matches, then dials a number.“Sherry, I have a Mr. Rogers out here, Alice’s Rogers’s brother.”She hangs up.“Miss Granger will be right out. She is your nieces’ case worker.”A matronly woman comes down the hall with her hand outstretched.“Mr. Rogers?”“Yes.”“Please follow me.”She leads me to.