He broke off a limb and used the plant as a broom, sweeping sand and small rocks away from the hard surface. He stood back and looked at what the flas... flood had uncovered. He tried to get some pictures of it with his phone, but it was difficult to see.He climbed up on some rocks and got his bearings. "The road is that way, and the house is that way," he pointed for Jobe. The dog cocked his head at him. "Do you think we can get the truck out here?"Jobe made a quizzical noise."Yeah, I don't know. The blood haddrained from her face, which wore a half-hidden grimace."Why? Or, I mean... is it for some kind of... experiment?" Well, it's not really for an experiment. It is an experiment." I see," she said curtly, and buzzed me in without another word, clutchingat her cross as I passed her by and descended the stairs into thelaboratory offices.This frustrating encounter was followed immediately by another I foundeven more uncomfortable. I greeted Jarvis, my favorite work friend, as hepassed. “They’re probably all talking or wrapping gifts or taking a nap.”“My brother,” she said. “He’s using the room next door. Or he will come to watch TV.”“Nobody is coming,” I told her.I was actually as nervous as she was. But I was also twenty-one years old and insanely horny all the time. It was worth the risk. At that point in my life even fingering a woman was still a thrill.I slid her panties to the side to get inside her pussy. My index finger slid in easily. She gasped.“We have to. That won’t end well at all.”“That’s the same thing my dad said.”“Listen to yourself! Every person you care about, every person you trust, every person you used to listen to, is telling you something. Are you that fucking dense?”“No, I’m not. I screwed up, royally!” My voice was breaking, I was breaking! I took a deep breath and finally realized it myself, “I want to fix it.”“Good,” she said. She looked me over for a second or so, nodded, and continued, “Is everything OK with Stephanie.