“Uh, uh. Remember, my house, my rules. Go wash,” she said firmly, pointing in the direction of the bathroom.Brent cupped one ass cheek as he kisse... her quickly before heading to the bathroom. Emma went, nude, to the kitchen.As Brent turned on the shower and waited for it to warm, he heard the distinctive sound of kibble pouring into a metal bowl which clinked against the kitchen’s tile floor.He stepped into the stream of water and began soaping himself. As he did so, he reflected on the night. You've been in a coma for five days." God," she gasped. "I don't remember a thing." She grinned. "The last thing I remember is you kissing me goodnight after our date Friday night, and me going to bed." It happened the next day. From what I understand, you went grocery shopping with Warren on Saturday, you guys were driving home, and some drunk guy ran a red light." Oh, my. How's Warren?" He tore his knee up, but they say he'll be OK. How are you feeling?" Fuzzy," she giggled. "It's funny, I. "Oh, fuck!" I spat, slumping back on the inflatable's seat board."You recognize something?" the corporal asked."Yeah, I recognize the last four digits of my registration number on the bow. That is the Captain's Choice. I'm sure of it." I've got a diver on the patrol vessel. I'll get him over the side to confirm the number."I nodded, numb now that I knew the worst.The corporal spoke into a shoulder-mounted mike and a couple of minutes later a scuba diver appeared, putting on his tank and fins. After a broad smile and swallowing my thinking, I said,"Whew, no" while I am standing just in front of her.She has seen my expression and asked me why I smiled.I answer of "Nothing, just something crossed my mind."She asks "What?". I say "I do not think it is right to tell you."She says, "Why is something bad?"."Not bad, not bad at all," I said."Then, what it was," she says, "kinky?".I am laughing, answering "Yes" and I am turning to leave.Before I could finish one step, she is stretching out.