” Steph told her brother.“I know we have had problems in the past, but thanks for doing this for me.” Mark thanked his sister.“You don’t hav... to thank me, brother, we’re family, I would do it in a heartbeat.” Steph admitted, before a few moments later she went on to say, “Okay Mark, give me the information that you have.” Which Mark did.After about half an hour of waiting for his sister to find something, she finally said, “Now this is strange, as you would expect the plates were fake, they. .." Yeah... That's what everyone says," she said uneasily, a sheen of sweat breaking out on her forehead. She didn't talk or look at Jeri the rest of the trip.Thirty minutes later, they had stopped at the base of a large cliff, the same one that Cal and Althea witnessed their sunset at. Cal shut off the jeep and got out, walking over and chivalrously opening Althea's door for her and then walking over and getting his katana out. He tied it so it clung to his back and then winked at Althea.. As she ran her errands, she couldn't get the thought out of her mind of Jake not even knowing who won the basketball game last night and his ardor in the bedroom were, in some way, connected. She couldn't wait to hear his explanation.Also, throughout the day she kept remembering the last words she quietly spoke to her husband before drifting off to sleep: "I'll think about it." The words were innocent enough taken out of context but in context the four words could have profound meaning. Was she. He shakes his head once the threat of orgasm has passed. Turns and scrambles for the bag with all other thoughts removed. Kneels crouching before it and lifts it as if it is a newborn child. Examines it as if it’s a gift bestowed directly upon him by Gods until then uninterested in his perverted desires. Automa. There’s a single word scrawled in marker pen close to the zipped shut opening. He mouths it silently. It’s an unknown word. A word unencountered during the experiments of his teenage.