For a while there I thought you were about to die. If you did, I'd be up a creek without a paddle." I'm glad you appreciate me a little," he still sta...ed in the fire."You don't know what you have until it's taken from you. I certainly didn't want you to die on me. I know we both stink from not bathing for a week but I'm too tired to do anything about it. Just stay by me and let me sleep. Now I can go into a deep sleep without worrying about you," she yawned. Then almost like a light switch had. How is your babysitter?”“She’s nice. She doesn’t cook as nice as you. It tastes like shelter food.”I imagined the babysitter was able to access to the automatic controls, but since I doubted the kitchen was programmed for Shirley’s tastes, it used a generic program, which is what the shelter apparently used.“Well, I’ll be home in a few days. Are you being a good girl?”“I’m a good little girl, both for the Day Care and for the babysitter, Mommy. Is that a new dress?”That phrase, again.“It’s a. But, uh, something with you just clicked in my head as you played that song.”The older brunette then leaned over to her emotionally conflicted friend and gave her another medium tension hug. With Sam’s head on her bare shoulder and her chin on the upper part of her naked breast, Jennifer felt a calming peace within her that told her all would be well with Samantha and their new and exciting relationship path.“I’m kinda, I feel good but ... just confused,” Sam softly whispered as she rested on. Like Achilles, she must choose to pay the price of glory or accept obscurity. She would chose glory. All doubt was gone. The person in the mirror, horny and locked up, was her, not a new her, but a discovered self that had been there all along, a sexual being previously denied. A self that was learning to enjoy and cherish sex and not try to hide and deny it because of some culturally programmed guilt and sense of identity. A week ago, she would have chosen the quiet and safe path. Now.