And, it’s a debt we can never adequately pay. We might at some point be able to do for him something that he would care a whit about, but I’ll be ...amned if I know what that something is!”“Yes you do,” she said.“I do not,” he said.“Yes you do. He needs a woman and that’s what we can do for him. We’ve got money, we’ve got influence, we’ve got contacts. And, I am certain that a woman of his own is the only thing that he will ever give a whit about, to use your words,” she said.“Claire, we can’t. ”I reached in my jacket pocket and pulled the plastic bag with the things of the dead Andorian. “This stuff is of that dead Andorian, you know the one that also left me those Skin Diggers. It’s just pocket stuff. A brain jack, A few coins, casino chips and a Shiss PDD of sorts. This is certainly not anything someone would risk breaking in a hotel room for.”She shrugged and watched me put it back in my pocket.“So why keep it, if it is worthless stuff?” “It’s not exactly worthless. I think I can. In the morning, he was up at 6am and went for a run, then he turned down the chance of sausage-bacon-egg fryup in preference for cereal and toast. He checked out and took his small rucksack and walked up the hill to the old school. He was nervous, which was silly. The event was to start at 10am with a talk from the current Head, he arrived at 9:45. Walking in through the ornamental gate, he was surprised by the emotions that flooded in.The shouting he had had from Mrs Black for some trivial. I pulled my legs back and spread them apart, then ran my hand over my mound, which was covered with short, soft hair. "I shave," I said, "but I've been growing it a bit. How does it look?"As he moved between my legs on his knees, he couldn't stop staring at my crotch. "It looks amazing," he said, "I really want to lick it... a lot," he admitted."Kev!" I gasped, feigning shock. "What would our mother say?"He snorted."But seriously," I said, "We're not doing this just for pleasure."He managed to.