His arms were stretched forward to grip the handle bar; his leg pulled up and ready to press down on his pedal. He was poised and taut. His skin was w...t, smooth and slippery. A mixture, she thought, of rain and sweat. It almost shone n the light. He was clearly soaked through but seemed unfazed by it. Then the lights in front changed to red. There was another surge of traffic on to the island from the right. The boy visibly relaxed, released his grip on the bars and leant back on his saddle.. " You look like a cop in it," she laughed lightly, not quite a giggle. "You're not going to get any tickets while you drive it."He snorted. "With the Oak Knoll sticker on the windshield, I'll look like a Federal agent." He stretched theatrically, and grinned at her. "You're taking the Beemer today?"She nodded. "I've got to go collect my homework, and catch up with the girls," she said. It's not a lie, but it's not the whole truth either. I don't know what you have planned for certain today,. And there may be something equally as bad as the trauma to her heart." Obviously trying to keep from breaking down, Caitlin paused for a moment. "There is a small spot on her brain, and she has a fractured skull." Small spot? What caused the spot? What does a spot mean?" Jeff interrupted.Caitlin reached over and grasped his arm. "It probably means that a small vessel in her brain was torn when she hit her head so hard. The spot is blood. The CAT scan shows it as a white area near the skull. She. But I didn’t want to simply use her.Sure, I could stop time, go visit my daughter in her room, and do whatever took my fancy with her helpless body. I didn’t even have to be that discreet; stopping time while we all sat in the living room watching tv would also work. I could have my way with Kara under the frozen, unseeing gaze, of my wife, and no one would have any idea.I wasn’t going to lie to myself - that was perversely hot, and very appealing. But not nearly so appealing as the idea of.