Pinky moved closer to me, placing her feet on my lap. I started with the heal of her right foot. I held it with my hands and used my thumbs to work ou... the heal. Then I moved up to the arches, and right up to her toes. I did a solid five or six minutes on the right foot before working on her left foot. Pinky had leaned back and was enjoying it. I can't say I wasn't either, feet were kinda my thing. After working both feet, I reached for some lotion and applied it. Caught her off guard with that. Months later she felt vigorous movement inside of her as the strongest of her unborn children exerted his dominance and fed upon his two less developed siblings.Her own first conscious memories were when she awakened inside of her mother's womb, hungry and in the dark. The umbilicus that connected her to her mother transferred enough oxygen for her growth, but less than the maximum nutrients that her growing body could process at that point. Her own digestive system was well developed and she. Plus the yacht, and you... well you got a dingy old bookstore. you had no idea whether you could run it or not, luckily the building was now owned by you so you didn't need to pay any rent so to begin with the store would be more like your personal library.Your grandfather was known to have been a collector so you were excited to see what kinda books he had left, and it was the interest in books that had been the biggest connection between you and your grandfather. You loved to get lost in. After all, I was an airhead. One time the guys were bullshitting about this guy who'd killed his wife and then dumped her body into the ocean. He made up a story of how she'd run off with another man only to have her body wash ashore a couple of days later. It was all over the news at the time.I was concentrating on getting the last bit of yogurt out of a little cup and just muttered, "What a fucking idiot. All he had to do was get some rope and a couple of cinder blocks to weight the body down.