The guys. Houston, Texas. Des Moines, Idaho. Gossip Girl, a book by Cecile Van Zeegar about the fabulous and fabulously screwed up lives of Upper East...Side WASPy teenagers.I eventually fell asleep thinking about ice cubes.I woke up almost two days later.Danny was slouched into a chair in the corner, his head leaning back against the chair, his hair tousled. His clothes were rumpled, and he was breathing deeply like people do when they're get to sleep after being awake for too long.I knew. The taxi driver had helped me in; the seats were alongside, and as I got in I had to bend as I turned round to sit in the seat across from the sliding door. Even if I had wanted to, I don't think I could have prevented the driver from looking right down my front. I am sure he had a good look, because he was out of his door and around helping me out when we arrived at Bakken at a speed I have rarely seen from a taxi driver. It was actually more fun than arousing, but at least the night of fun. The clasps on my bra are easy work and the white lace slips down my arms landing in a lazy heap on the floor. As if in slow motion now, I pull the shower curtain back. My skin is assaulted by steam causing my cold nipples to pucker. I step into the shower, drawing the curtain closed behind me. Surrounded by nearly complete darkness, the world disappears. I can literally feel the stress wash down the drain as the water scorches my bare flesh. Stepping deeper into the cascade of steaming hot. ”He is out of immediate danger and should be able to return to duty in a few days.”“Return to duty? He is not going to be an invalid?”“I don’t see why, unless there are psychological reasons. I am not a good Psychiatrist and he is a new species to me. But physically he is stable and all we need to do is regrow and print what the blast burned and vaporized. I just mapped his genetic code and it’s straightforward.”The lead guard nodded, obviously perplexed. He watched as TheOther loaded the.