I mean: I think she did; it was a bit muffled, so Fran could have been groaning, "Oh, my."I repeated my caress pattern on her as our breathing slowed....Can we just stay here, like this, forever?" she whispered."Only if one of us wins the Lottery."She found that as funny as the Catholic reference to the mohair towels, chuckling against my chest. Which meant there was some squishing of mammaries, and, all things considered, I thought this would be a good time to ask."Your tits are awfully big for. Whatever happened now, was dependent on these two men from "officialdom".I turned from the window and faced towards the door as it opened. My movement drew Jeffery's attention to me."General Howland? May I present Tom Wilshire. Tom, this is Major General Frank Howland, commander of all special forces units," Jeffery said as they walked up to me."So you're the man of mystery who can do remarkable things," general Howland said to me as he shook my hand.We studied each other. While he was taking. The sisters had gotten to watch Regan's world implode. In 15 minutes, she'd lost her boyfriend, all of her friends and the trust and respect her parents had in her. Ashlyn had found it be far less satisfying than she'd always pictured."I... ," she stammered. "I've never thought about what came next."She lowered her eyes to the floor when her sister walked up the stairs."I ... everything always ended in my head when she was crushed," Ashlyn said in a small voice. "I ... I didn't stop to think. She was short with me more often. She wanted more clothes and didn't like to cook. It was a side of Carly that was very childish. Her cooking was no more than taking out a frozen meal of some kind and warming it up. It got to a point that I was doing most of the cooking when I was home or we went out to eat. Even then it was burgers or pizza. If I wanted a good home cooked meal, I had to go to Barb and Bill's or go visit Sheila.I didn't know whether to blame it all on the pregnancy or was it.