” Aunt Cathy raised a forefinger and waved it at me. “No, what you’re going to do is show me exactly what you were doing. It was okay to do it w...thout me knowing? It’s okay to do it with me standing here.”Mortification turned me cold and then hot. My cheeks burned hotter while paradoxically cold sweat trickled along my spine.Appalled at the suggestion, I babbled, “What? God, no, Aunt Cathy!”My aunt was emphatic, wasn’t taking no for an answer.“Oh, you’re going to do it, Scott. Nasty pig. You. I know you do."He watched me struggle with it for a moment. I wanted to say yes, but the images of that last night kept flooding my mind. Curiously, the rage inside Laura that had burst forth that moment in Las Vegas had also brought her out of the trancelike fog she'd been in for so long. I'd gleaned at least that much from listening to Doctor Jamison."Boss," Carl said smoothly, "if Laura had cancer and she was going through chemotherapy... and lost her hair and stuff... and she was down to. He showed up in half the time I expected him, and he had a real worried look on his face as he came down the steps to the basement. “Oh, my God, Sam, you were right about the stink! Ramos, don’t you smell that?”“Smell what, boss. I got such a bad head cold that I can’t smell nothing. Sorry.”“Sheesh! Ramos, I wish I had your luck about when to have a head cold. Sam, go fetch the sledgehammer from the tool box in the truck. See if you can break away some of the concrete around that crack.”“Okay,. I offer my finger to you and you take it into your mouth, licking it clean then kissing me deeply as you make me taste your lust from your lips and tongue. After an acceptable amount of time the server returns with our meals, but I don’t tease you. I stay as I am. You look at me with a sexually pained expression but I pay it no attention to your beautiful misery. Once she leaves you turn my face to you. ‘What the hell was that?!’ you ask with a sexually frustrated growl. I stand up from the.