It was a moment of sadness.To change the subject, I think, Frank mused, "I haven't played truth or dare since I was a teenager myself," and sighed. He...might as well have exclaimed, melodramatically, "ah, lost youth!" And he certainly played to the themes on Denise and my minds.Denise and I exchanged a silly grin when he wasn't looking, and almost in unison we both said something to the effect of "me neither."We broke into laughter at this and then there was a comfortable silence. Almost as if. Once she found out about the videos she came to me."Joel, I need to know. Are those your doings or are they real?"By the way she looked at me I knew that there was no reason for lying to her. I took her hands in mine and looked directly into her eyes when I replied."Hanna, I assure you that all those videos are real. There was no need for me to fake them. If you want to blame me for something, blame me for that DEA raid."She looked at me for a moment, and gradually started smiling."You are not. I join Edward in the shower where we enjoy the simple pleasure of eyeing each other under the lights. Our hands make full use of the opportunity to soap and lather each other. But there’s no urgency or desire for playtime. It’s amazing how attuned we seem to be to just enjoy the simplicity of these actions.Edward steps out of the shower first and as I step out Edward turns to me and wraps me in a towel - a big fluffy white one. I lean back against the counter and watch how his muscles move, his. The device was not something we would wish to make today. The Technologies it used are now known to have bizarre and perverse side effects it also violates about half a million treaties that we are signatory to." As Hartsblom went on in detailed but euphemistic to describe the nature of the probes capabilities Aahz quickly translated to Skeeve "We are dealing with a invulnerable, intelligent, amoral, sixteen thousand million year old probe that causes reality pollution." "What is reality.