Much. I am no nurse though the shower, as such, is my hospital. Perhaps I should let them be. Scars heal over when left alone. Sometimes vanish like o...d friends or the garbage left by the curb on Tuesday night. I caress my scars. Dream about him next to me. Feel him in the night tending them. Believe that he’s there. Then there’s light and the shower is still running. I leave it on even though the water bill is too high to pay. I like the sound of the water rushing over me. Let the water pour.. I raised up to see her better and she opened her legs to me that I might see the clean shaven slit that I’d been dreaming of. I studied it thoroughly, spreading her open without penetrating, and blowing soft kisses over her clit, only slightly revealed from under its hood. I worshipped at those two beautiful breasts and blackberry nipples with fingers, tongue, lips and teeth as she whimpered with need. I rolled her onto her stomach, moving my fingers through her crease, tenderly swirling them. My only response was to look him square in the eye and say that Lit was crying. He repeated his question and I responded in the same fashion. I might have been upset, and he understood that, but that action cost me several weekends of house detention. I remembered Julia’s words earlier and even the bruise on my cheek and my father’s chastisement could not diminish my pride. I never again substituted for Gary. We grew older and became more independent. I continued to see Lit since I was often a. Come on aboard and we’ll take a short ride. It’s about twenty minutes from here by air. I think if you drive it, without traffic, it’d be about an hour or more.”Dave dropped everybody off and then parked the golf cart beside the hangar and closed the large door. He was the last to board. One of the two pilots was there with a smile; one closed and locked the door. As the rotors started to spin again, Sheila explained about the seat belts, emergency procedures, and headsets.Once everybody had.