But I think my mom and dad may have put her up to it. You don’t have to do it, but it might help.”“I think it’s a great idea!” I said.“You...do?” she asked, incredulously.“Yes. I talked to a very close adult friend about this situation. She warned me that I could be getting in over my head by dating a rape victim. That there were so many potential problems that I needed to be extremely careful in everything I did, give you all the space and time you need, and let you make every first move.. I talked to dad and he checked it out with the other parent's, at least the men. They said that if it was okay with you guys, it was okay with them," Jack explained. "I think they were all surprised that we didn't get together earlier."Once the girls were comfortable with Jack's explanation, they relaxed. The teens coupled up with their respective mate and began to kiss one another, commenting on how they all missed each other. They moved into shallower water so they could stand and hug without. And she knew that if Steven were faced with the choice to put his life at some risk for the possibility of creating a family, he would take the risk. She steeled herself and made the decision in her mind. "What do I need to do?" she asked with determination. Two weeks later, everything was ready. Rebecca had been tracking her cycle, and tonight was the night she was most fertile. She had bought all of the supplies Marin had demanded, and told Steven to get ready for a big surprise when he got. She sighs and delays, stretching out the time into another moment of silent reflection, wishing she could make it stand still, create a pocket of calm where her mind can chase its thoughts back through the inner forest of her imagination without restriction or recourse – chase her dreams and her Dreamer through the concourse of her unconscious mind and for another moment, another second she can have everything that she longs for. She releases another breath into the world and wonders if it.