.." Understandable. And how are you coping?" Honestly, the dreams are rather, intense." You should make sure Susan understands this. She should know s...e can express her concerns."That night Mark and Susan talked though what they were experiencing. Susan admitted to trying to conceal, hide what she was dealing with from Mark."Let it out Susie. I'll be there." OK Mark, and I, um, hear you at night. The names, like a roster." Shit, really? I'm sorry." Might not be so bad if you didn't have a stiff. And the exact same thing happened to Nilwint. Add up Lisa, three of Rillnam's new babies, three of Nilwint's, and either John Jr. or Patrick, and I've caused eight babies that I have no genetic connection to, plus our three." Wow, you are a stud," came an unfamiliar voice, and I looked up in shock as Linda and Roger Patel, and a Craxill female I assumed to be Cornmil Lantral of Simatorl entered the room. We'd been so occupied, we'd missed the arrival announcement. I realized that it was Linda. She, somehow, knew it referred to her. Turning, Shanna saw a teen girl walking up the riverbank towards her, an older woman in a faded blue dress turning away. Ah. That had been Ruta's mother. No wonder the tone had been recognizable. The teen, though, was a stranger. A slim thing, with red hair falling down her back, wet from a recent dunking. Her dress was purple, tied with a green rope at the waist, skin as white as any Shanna had ever seen. She would have guessed Irish, if asked to classify. She seemed the more serious of the two as her face hadn't changed expression since Tamara had opened the front door. Tamara didn't get the feeling that Merry was a negative person, not at all, but rather that she was shy and, at least at this point in their relationship, very reserved.Annie Beth was a dark, chocolate brown African-American, thin and wiry, her arms and legs sharply defined, her breasts and bottom barely sporting any padding at all. Her tightly curled hair was cut close to her.