“Francis, are you OK?” My friends would ask.“Is living in the house getting to you? You really don’t have to live there, Francis, it’s OK to...admit that it’s too difficult to live there.” They’d say.“What do you mean you’re sleeping in the room she died in? That’s sick. Are you just trying to prove a fucking point to us? You’re being a bitch, Francis, and it’s clearly costing you your sanity.” They’d whine.Eventually, I didn’t have the energy to fight them anymore. I’d sit there trembling with. It had been discovered by the first son of the Wind God and its usage had saved many lives of warriors who would otherwise have become swollen with rot, and died.Tabatha was impressed; the Neanderthals knew about poultices. She asked if plants had ever been used in that manner. Agat didn't know, which basically meant the answer was no, so Tabatha projected an image of an Aloe plant, and asked Agat if she had ever seen one.She had, so Tabatha projected an image of how to squeeze the thick leaves. She had been holding everything in all night and had believed whatever the absolute worst was. Her face crumpled. She was standing there helplessly, not even trying to hide it, while I looked around to see if anyone would stumble onto this scene.I took one of her hands and whispered, "It's okay. It's okay. Really. Here."I pulled her close, pulled her to me. She put her face between my left shoulder and my chest. Ah damn, damn it, no! Don't do this to me! I was completely aroused again, and I. And you’re a quilt thief!” echoed back to her.Quilt thief? Really? No way! She wasn’t a cover hog.IN THE BATHROOM, I wondered if Sia had seen my partial erection. It was unavoidable once I understood where my hand was; covering the sweetest boob imaginable, well less than a handful yet delightfully defined. The contrast between the youth of her slender body and the maturity of her breasts seemed to strike a chord in me. Add to that waking up with her compact bottom pressed into my groin, and,.