“Did you like doing all that?”I had to think about the answer to this.“I’m not sure,” I said. “I mean, when it was happening I was totally...into it, but afterward I’m not exactly happy. Exhausted, maybe, but not happy, like I always felt after sex before. I guess what it is, I’m feeling used.”“I wish someone would use me like that,” Gil said.“That’s my point,” I said. “It sounds great, doesn’t it? We’re normal horny guys, we basically want to fuck everything that moves, we go around with. “Ivan Ivanovitch -- John, son of John, in your language -- I speak informally so that I hope you feel my sincerity. My Premier and your President want to avoid war. In your language again, “we got caught redhanded”, but that is no reason not to be adults about the continuing relationship. That being said, we both have to deal with what might be called rebellious teenagers.“For us, that is the Cubans. For you, it seems to be your military.” He laughed, a strange sound in the environment. “Your. .. um ... renovating the house. I’m going to start a child care center here.”“What?” asked her mother. “You’re going to tend other people’s brats?”Renee felt the heat of anger surge through her. Her parents were a constant source of angst in her life.“I’m going to use my education to earn a living, Mother,” she said, trying to keep the anger out of her voice.“You don’t need to earn a living, Renee,” said her mother, authoritatively. “What is going on there? Where is Daniel? Why are you doing. “My darkest secrets?” “Even the black ones.” “Honey, stand behind me.” She tells me. I’m a little confused but I do as she asks. She reaches back and takes hold of both my hands and pulls them past her sides, over her ribs and up under her boobs. “Hold onto me.” She says as she covers my hands with hers. “I am.” “Promise you won’t let go…” “I promise.” “No matter what I say Brian, promise me.” She sounded kinda nervous and scared. I promised and asked her what was wrong. .