" I suppose it was hard, but I never worried about it. Grandma has been wonderful to me," I mused. "She has done an amazing job raising me. She even p...ovided a very good sex-education; quite possibly to stop me from making choices as bad as my parents' but nonetheless cool." Neat!" Annabel Lee said. "If your mother was just sixteen, your grandmother can't be all that old?" No, she isn't," I agreed. "A lot of people though she was my mother. But I've always been told to call her Grandma – no. The program was far from funny and she concluded it must have been sent to San Falino as part of an ancient trade dispute. She was comfortable, and sleepy after the dinner. Nestling against him more closely, she felt his hand drop down from her shoulder and onto the side of her right breast. His fingers toyed with her firm flesh, searching out and failing to find any hint of a bra under her father's cotton shirt. The deep peace of food and comfort aroused her, making her stretch out. Lauren didn't know if it was because of his size, or because of his closely cropped beard and body hair, obvious on his arms below the folded back cuffs of his long sleeve shirt. Not only did he have dense hair on his arms, she could see more dark curls inside the top two undone buttons of his shirt. He had a full head of dark brown hair, lightly threaded with a few strands of gray or white, making his hair look like it glistened. There were also some lighter hairs in his whiskers, giving him a. In the half an hour or so since the first spectators had arrived. a small crowd was now gathered. Jess and Kane had chosen a vantage point close to the sandstone ridge and protected from the water by railing. It was the cold, painted metal of the handrail that Jess gripped now. She tried not to wriggle, shuffle or cry out in anticipation. Jess feigned avid interest in the water sport, leaning forward as the wind picked up and the tension increased. It would be a few hours yet before it would be.