It was like she could take away all pain, and give complete and total pleasure to anyone she was with. Savannah continued ‘Remember when I said ‘I...need things that give me pleasure’?’ I remained silent, for fear that anything I might say might mess up the mood. She looked down between my legs and said ‘I guess you do remember.’ She gave a little laugh and continued ‘I need to know can you do that for me?’ I got my senses together and said ‘Yes, I can.’ She said ‘Let’s find out.’ Her hand went. Of all the girls she'd inducted into the Association so far, Allie had taken to her new life more enthusiastically. Everyone certainly enjoying all the girl/girl sex that when along with their membership, but Allie had been the one to press for inducting the rest sooner rather than later. Bridget counseled patience, wanting to make sure of each of her steps before taking them. Besides, it had been a moot point the last three days anyways, those days having been spent in Naples. Induction could. She shook her head, scattering the thoughts before she could once again go down that road. You have friends and a whatever, she thought. Still not knowing what to call wolverine. She couldn’t call him Dad since he wasn’t her father, not really. Not to mention the added DNA to her birth mix, nor could she call him brother, that would just be weird and he was way to old to be her brother. Everything else was just too distant. Great just great I hate thinking about this shit, she thought growling. The day after her death, her murder, he thought, he had contacted an undertaker, and arranged for her to be interred at a protestant church. His sense of loss was profound, but his navy training kept him on an even keel, and he had at the very least, had the satisfaction of avenging her death. The funeral was attended by the crew of ‘Moonfleet’, with Major Cockburn and Lady Jane, who had asked Fitz for permission to attend. Although he had not actually seen her mutilate her husband, he was well.