I didn't want to wake you up, just to tell you I was here." Are you coming over to see me today?" I can, if you want me to?" Of course I want you to! ...ou're the one who didn't want to come see me, remember?"I didn't want to get into one of the blame game arguments we seemed to almost always get into. I knew we needed to talk, to try to get some things settled. I had allowed myself to get hopeful, but not to the point where I was wildly optimistic about Lisa and me, or about our future. All the late evenings when those four would watch recordings of the afternoon soap operas, at either Marge’s or Mary’s home. She didn’t understand the partial conversation she heard about Mister Henderson, but it didn’t matter. Her Mother was a cheat. It was probably Marge’s little brother’s ten inch thing, that caused Janice’s cunt to be loose as her Father had obliquely complained in his speech. Carol thought with a bit of sick humor, that it was a tiny bit good that Daddy was sick. Because. "Would you like the hood of your clitoris pierced or the clitoris itself?" I hadn't thought about options, but took the opportunity to ask questions I hadn't realized, until now, that I had."Which will hurt more to pierce?" I couldn't imagine anything painful on my clitoris. Call me a wimp, but damn it, it was my body."The clitoris would be more painful. Plus, I'd have to hold the hood back to get a good piercing." I stopped to imagine such a pain to my poor clit and shivered in... ? Horror?. "We ask you here, first, to greet you ourselves on your return to our world," Gaguga­khing began. "It was only you who came here before, and it is only you that we, we mothers, know from that time."Meiersdottir inclined her head in acknowledgment, and the next few minutes were filled with small talk about how matters had been progressing aboveground and polite inquiries from Gagugakhing about Meier. In time, however, the native ran out of conversational topics and a silence fell, stretching out.