Yes, they make us younger, and give us these bodies to die for, but they rip families apart..." she said and then grabbed a piece of tissue and wiped ...er eyes."Mom, what's wrong? Is daddy coming?" Angela asked."Daddy is dead, sweetie. He was on an airplane that took off from Atlanta, and crashed into the 55-story Bank of America Plaza, which used to soar over our hometown at over a thousand feet. Daddy was flying out to California, when his plane was hijacked by terrorists. They killed all. I’m waiting for her.”“Oh. Er. Bye.”“Good-bye.”She vanished down a path, and Patrick tried to go back to Flood’s descriptions of finger markings and incised lines. He’d never thought of himself as prey. He’d have to talk to Rachel about it.She arrived about 15 minutes later, wearing a big grin. “My personal nungungi!” she began. “You were right on target!”“Could you elaborate?”“Dr. Garshin thought my precis and my outline were ‘Quite good’ (his words).”“And?...”“And he thought the bibliography. I took care of the horses, then scouted up some wood, and started a fire. I ended up cookin' and cleanin' up too. After dinner we were just talking kind of quiet. Sandra had quieted down some but was still shaking. Turns out, she had never even pointed a gun at anyone before, much less kill two men. I swear, I was only going to try to soothe her a little myself. I went over and sat down beside her and put my arm around her. She went berserk. She grabbed me, flung herself on top of me and. “Ohh, wow! Someone who knows what they are doing, Richard.”After causing her to give me a little of her juices, I got myself into position and said, “While you sound more experienced than your friend, I still find it necessary to ask, ‘Are you sure you want this?’”“Yes, you have no idea how many of our friends want your services. Even at $75 each time.”I pushed my way in, getting a wonderful sound from Shirley. She pulled me to her face and said, “Ella told me you didn’t kiss her. Is it alright.