" Ewwwwwww," she cringed. "Then you'd smell rancid. I'd drop your ass in a dumpster somewhere." I like you clean with whatever shit you spray on your ...ody," he grinned."That's a good name for a scent, SHIT!" she tossed him aside to race him to the bathroom. He didn't even try, his leg still bothered him. "Let's take a shower, I'll spray on my SHIT and let's make love again." Sounds good," he started relieving himself. "Ahhhhhh, this feels so good. Almost as nice as sex. After we fuck we'll go. Innocent around you. Not dark like I normally am. I thought I'd lost that." I looked away from him. "I'm used to just being... dead," I settled on. "I don't do feelings. I don't trust them. I'm like a raw nerve around you. My instinct is to flee." He stroked my hair as he spoke. "That's reasonable, but have you thought that I could also heal you? That maybe I'm the best thing to come into your life? You're so doped up on medication and clamped down emotionally that you call yourself dead. How. Be careful, there's a step," she added."Zoe, I wet on the way here," Leslie said softly, as her friendsgently, carefully moved her up the single step, a step that Richard hadtaken thousands of times without even thinking about it."Our only bathroom's upstairs," Zoe replied. "I'll get you in thekitchen." Richard saw that Zoe did some things with the braces on thegirl's legs, lowering her onto the floor, and then he looked away."What's...?" Richard asked quietly."Duchenne muscular dystrophy,". She still loved lesly likeno-body else. So for sure she would love her sister. Although she only knew her from some stories, which Lesley had told about her c***dhood and that little shy brat ten years younger.Falling asleep in Leslies arms that night, her intution told her clearly what would happen. She would finally be able to pay back Leslie for initiating her.We´ll never know whether it was her clearvoyancy, her dedication or her love for Leaslie, or perhaps all three. But it all happened.