He tells me how well the surgeon said the operation went, how she’s been feeling, how brave and stoic she’s been. He shares his fears that he has...been a burden to her with his scared and selfish reaction. He blinks away tears as he tells me how much he loves her and how he just wants her to be healthy and happy and how glad he is that I’m here to provide a distraction. I bristle, wondering if it is a loaded comment, that he knows more than he is letting on. But I can’t help but find myself. . Leda,” she answered cautiously. “Can you sit up, dear?”Young-Rebecca swiveled her left eye, examining the unfamiliar surroundings. “How did I get here?” she asked.Eying the girl’s badly split lower lip, and developing black eye where Iris—one of the Iris’s--had punched her, Rebecca helped her sit. “You fell backwards through the gate, dear, and cracked your head. I hope you don’t have a concussion.”Young-Rebecca rubbed the back of her head again. “I fell through backwards? Fell through. It was because of her that I thought back to my early days of training, as my nose bumped her clitoris and my tongue invaded her love canal.I grew up summering at the seashore. The family owned a large house just off the dunes on the ocean side of a peninsula. I am the only male cousin in a large extended family of females. These range from ten years to four years older than I and from six years to ten years younger.As soon as school let out in the spring, the clan would gather at the shore. She shook her head no. “Not unless Mike tells me to.”Mike laughed and leaned back on his elbows.“Tell her Mike.” I pleaded. “Tell her to blow me, ... please” I begged him.“I think after what she just did it should be her turn.”“Huh, what do you mean?”“See this picture” Mike held up the Magazine and there was a big black guy with his face buried between a blond woman’s legs. “Lie down on your back,” he instructed Cindy. “And spread your legs.” Then turning to me, “Now you do her.”“ME?” I looked.