So many times he had dreamed of being with a real female, not just someone in a magazine or on a computer screen ... maybe even one who was touching h...rself. Touching him would be even better. But this was hardly what he had in mind. As much as Ryan got very excited at the thought of his mother catching him masturbating, he didn't know why. He never entertained the thought of her doing it too, or doing anything sexual for that matter. But what he did know at this moment was that he would rather. When he smelled bacon, he went inside. Joanne was in the kitchen. He walked up behind her and grabbed a handful of her backside. She playfully swatted his hands away and prepared two plates.He poured a glass of milk for himself and orange juice for his wife. After nineteen years of marriage, they had their morning ballet down to a fine art.They sat next to each other on the benches that lined the table in the kitchen. This was their time. Ordinarily, on a Saturday morning, the twins and any. .. in a different world ... more advanced medically ... they could look for the gene that causes the problems.I asked Dal, and he said he didn't care, "She's not my daughter ... none of them are and Ursula hates Russians ... there is a history there." He smiled a sly smile, "I wouldn't worry about Wendy ... you were checked at birth. Neither of you have the gene. Your children would have the same risk as unrelated parents."Somewhere down the line, all Finns have the possibility of common. "That's okay," Price growled, "he's a friend of ours."They swept through the gate and Jimmy glanced at the little sentry box at the entrance to the dock. There was no guard!He followed the van, feeling suddenly apprehensive and on edge. They dodged among a number of long heavy wooden buildings and then along a concrete runway. He pulled into the shadow of one of the buildings just behind the van. Price opened the door of the car and jumped out."Just hang on a moment," he called to Jimmy, "we'll.