Besides, I've wanted this for so long. Wanted you. I've imagined this a thousand, thousand times."She gasped at the thought. "We shouldn't be doing th...s, baby," she said, though I knew it was just for show. She would not yield to me easily; I would have to earn her love, earn anything more than simply seeing her tremble. "It's so wrong. It's incest."But again, I would not be denied. "I know," I said, surprising her with my agreement. My hands crept up towards that glorious bust, trembling as I. ‘I’ll find him,’ I said, standing. I kissed Becky and went to the restroom first. He wasn’t in there, and, after relieving myself, I headed out front to see if he was there. He was sitting against the side of the building, smoking a cigarette. I went over and joined him, sitting next to him on the ground. ‘You OK?’ I asked. ‘Yeah, just trying to sober up. You?’ ‘I’m OK I guess. It’s so strange being home.’ ‘I know, I keep wondering when I’m going to wake up back on ship.’ ‘Yeah, I hate those. Where did I live? How did I meet Steve? What were my ambitions in life? What were Steve and my relationship? I answered his questions honestly, feeling as though I was being interviewed for a job. When it came to our relationship, I was just as honest. "We're just for fun. He likes being in me, and I like him there."Sophie getting to her feet distracted us. "You need a shower," she said to Steve. Then took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom."Are they always this straightforward?"Greg. I want to see where you're living now."Laura smiled primly at her. "I told you I have a meeting at one."Deshona ignored her. "Tell me where to go."Laura gave her directions. Deshona, accustomed to driving in the suburbs, was a little spooked by the reckless mayhem of the San Francisco streets, but Laura calmed her and guided her until they pulled up outside Laura's new condo.Deshona looked around. "Pretty cool. Trees and everything. I didn't know the city had these little secluded spots. You.