Claire, Emma noticed, didn’t seem keen on surgery for some reason. “Mom died during surgery,” she finally confessed. “The doctors still can’... tell us why.”Emma nodded. “There are times when even medical science falls short of being able to provide explanations,” she said. “Your father’s case, though, is well understood and any of the options I’ve provided could lead to a solution.”“Lead to a solution?” Claire asked, sounding angry. “That’s the kind of double talk the doctors gave us when Mom. .I can tell you're in a love-funky-kind of mood as I'll feel you rest one leg on my shoulders...as you maximize the moment in love...I'll feel you let go of more of your sweet love juice as it drenches my chin...and coats my faces with the essences of you...That...having you explode with full force from my tongue...I'll feel you push me back...to show me just badly you'll want me still...For I'll feel your hands pressed against my shirt...as you'll slowly unbutton it...so that I can feel your. You hungry? Your stomach growls loudly enough for him to hear. I guess that answers that. He laughs. Now, you seem like a smart kid, so I bet you know all about how things work out here. You have no idea what hes talking about, especially since you just left the Quarantine Zone for the first time two weeks ago, but you nod sagely. I got something you want, and you got something I want, David continues. Maybe we can trade, and both of us can be happy. Sound good? You try to think about whats in. „Darf ich reinkommen?" fragt sie und irgendwie bringt allein schon diese Stimme Herrn Meier fast um den Verstand. Dieser naive, zuvorkommende Tonfall. „Gerne" antwortet Herr Maier und er hat das Gefühl das er ein wenig rot geworden ist. Als wäre es das natürlichste auf der Welt, berührt ihn Vickie beim eintreten an der Schulter und streichelt kurz über seine Brust. Der perplexe Herr Maier geniesst die warme zarte Hand und den angenehmen leichten Druck ihrer wohlgeformten Fingernägel. Das kleine.