It felt good to get his hands dirty again, but this time he was intentionally just a little bit sloppy. He left just enough of a trace to then "accide...tally" stumble onto evidence of "Jennifer's" crime. John enjoyed thinking about that history as Jennifer whimpered and cried in front of him. He could almost taste her flesh. John, himself was in his early 40's, and had the kind of good looks that would attract women even if he weren't one of the richest men in the world. He was certain that had. The minds joined, submerging the individual in the meld. Melding was a Companion practice, used to solve problems too complex for individual Companions. They had tried to bring human hosts into a meld, but the chaos of the human mind, even with a Companion, proved to be disruptive ... except with the children. They could join a melding of Companions, or form their own. A melding of the children displayed all the problem solving characteristics of a normal meld, and more. Their melding hinted at. He’d reclaimed her free hand, so she could do nothing but wriggle and pant under his talented lips and fingers.“Nathaniel, please!” she gasped, and finally – finally! – she felt his hand creeping lower, across her smooth stomach to the gap between her thighs. He paused to stroke over her mound, stirring the hairs there and leaving her panting for more. And then his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard, as he began stroking her lower lips. She bucked, surprised and aroused by how skilled. My platelet counts are still good, but the doctor says they are getting deformed, so soon I will be bleeding all over the place." She swallowed and said in a quiet very young voice, "I don't want to die. I thought I was ready to accept it, but I find I am still a coward at heart."It took me a few minutes to find my own voice. I spent it hugging her and stroking her back."That's what I wanted to ask you, love. I wanted to try something, and I'd like your word that you will not tell anybody about.