He could hear the way his flat palm against her wet cheeks would echo off the mosaic tiles, her piercing yelps of protest and surprise. Maybe that day...would come, but probably not today.The glassy sound of the spray running from the nozzle felt like the only thing left hanging between them. Translucent. Something perfectly effortless to see or reach through.He walked barefoot to the tub and took the razor out of her extended hand. Then, still wearing his dark linen trousers and burgundy. Grace and Trudy were excited at the very anticipation oflapping up every exquisite little humiliation this intense disparitywould create.Grace already sensed the budding beginnings of a subtle division betweenthe two teenagers. At the conclusion of that afternoon in the kitchenshe demanded only one promise from them before fully allowing them intotheir new "family." She asked them to promise to abandon any "sillyideas" of escaping or abandoning her and the Boss, who "only had theirbest. I take one every morning now when I get up. So, you don't have to worry about making me prego or anything." Well that's good to hear. But, how did you convince your mom to get it for you?" Simple, mom doesn't want to see me knocked up either, and she knows I'm going to have sex whether she likes it or not." You didn't tell her it was me you were having sex with, did you?" No, though it wouldn't surprise me if she asked my brother Scott to spy on me." Where did your mom get the prescription. He started to shake in fear.She just stood up against him as she had. Then she moved her hand up to his eyes and he felt sleepy. He fell fast asleep, still standing sandwiched against her and the wall.While asleep, he once again saw the woman. She was pressed up against him, and he felt her. Then, still close to him, she walked forward a step. He closed his eyes, half by fear, half by instinct. When he reopened them, still in a dream state, he looked down at himself. He was shocked at.