Susan started to recount her conversations with various relatives. Jim wasn’t interested in that. He let Susan talk while he continued to probe her ...ind looking for clues as to what had really happened during the missing two hours. When he discovered it he nearly dropped his drink.Fear competed with rage and lost. “Those sons of bitches!”“What?”“Oh shit,” Jim thought. A mind probe erased the incident from Susan’s mind.“Refill?”“No, thanks. I think I’ll go to bed. I’m kind of tired.”“Do you feel. Lieutenant Željko was tumbling, his face frost bitten. I firmly gripped his waist and led him along the staircase to the room on the second floor. The room had already been warmed up for him. The lit lamp radiated soft yellow light. A bottle of water was on the bedside table in case he got thirsty. While we were climbing the stairs, he came around a bit and said he had to go to the washroom. I was waiting for him on the other side of the door. He must have been running his fingers through his. .”Curtis’ face changes quickly to understanding and then amusement. “I understand what you need. I knew a guy once that just couldn’t get enough. Poor sap ended up with a divorce because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.”“What you talking about?” she asks, on the edge of denial and not understanding fully.“Yeah, his wife gave it to him enough,” Curtis continues as if not ever hearing the question. “I don’t know, maybe his wife could understand his condition if he was only fucking women. But the. ”“Are you sure? I can always go back and add them,” Sean said.In his opinion, she didn’t seem all that enthused about this poem. She sure didn’t react in such a lukewarm manner to Elizabeth Barrett Browning. She had gone wild listening to that poetry. Of course, so did his parents and observing that hadn’t been much fun. He shivered at the memory of hearing their moans.“I’m quite sure,” Suzie said.Sean said, “Maybe it comes across better if I read it to you.”“Please don’t,” Suzie said quickly,.