I pleaded, telling her I really needed to use the bathroom, which was the truth. She glanced around as if she was looking to see if anyone was watchi...g, the told me o.k.We went in the apartment–books were everywhere, but other than that it was neat. I did notice, though, that it was spartan, with very few colorful items. Everything was functional.After I used the bathroom, I came to the living room, where she was standing by the door, ready to show me the way out. I reached for her hand,. With my eyes closed I finished cleaning my crotch from the dog's cum and my piss.“That's enough.”I thought I heard some kind of satisfaction in his voice but I wasn't sure. Quickly I turned the water off and replaced the shower-head. When I crossed the room and reached for the towel I half expected him to stop me, to touch me. But he did nothing.After I had dried myself he led me back. Back through the tunnel, back up the stairs through the trapdoor, back to the small bungalow.“Eat, get some. Even that soft touch of her finger tips sent little jolts of pleasure through her. The stillness of the moment was beautiful. There was not a sound to be heard aside from the birds way up in the trees above. It was like the world was standing still for her, the gentle wind rustling the trees and whispering at her.She closed her eyes and laid her head against the tree, savouring the moment, and as she did so, her hand drifted along her inner thigh, coming to rest between her legs over her jeans,. That was no way to be thinking about a man who was to lead me to something that could only help humanity. Well, what I had yet to learn.This whole mess thing had been worse than cramming for finals. My grandfather was gone, me being pressed into responsibilities I wasn’t prepared for. He had made Grandfather’s list, I reminded myself.Yes, my grandfather’s damn list. I don’t know what upset me more him dying or knowing he had been murdered. I recalled something my grandfather said to me, life is.