Kat got up, kissed me, and grabbed Sally, saying she wanted to talk to her. I told Maurice to go ahead and go back to the ship and I would talk to him...tomorrow. He got up and walked away, looking like he was exhausted. I waited until everyone had disappeared and motioned for Quanta to follow me. I looked back as we walked away from the patio, and noticed that Myrna had joined Kat and Sally and they were talking as they went inside. I immediately headed for the path Koma had taken me on, then. She wore a baggy overall and blue knit sweater hoodie, but it was hardly enough to keep warm in the brisk briny breeze. Yet, she didn’t seem affected by it one way or the other. Her hands were tucked in her overall pockets, her feet in rugged black workman boots firmly planted on the slippery rocks. She stood unafraid on a rather precarious spot atop a particularly large black rock. She appeared engrossed by the setting sun as, just below the rocky incline, her small rowboat had been tethered. The taste was bloody, greasy, and everything horridall at once. He might've shit himself once again. Fueller didn'thesitate. He leapt over beside Wade with gloves on and lifted thereporter, soon to be mail order wife, so that he didn't drown in his ownvomit. The puke poured down over Wade's now furry, nude crotch. He almostfelt like laughing when he saw that his paints hadn't survived the growththat now barely let his hips fit in the chair. And judging by the girlsin the hologram, he had more. I said " I never did anything like that because I didn't have any sisters".Mary brought her knees up and spread them wide, and then used both hands to open the little hairless slit between her legs. She looked me straight in the face and said "You've never put your peter into a girl?".I told her that was the first time I'd ever seen a girl without any of her clothes on had no idea what they had between their legs.Both girls giggled and started talking quietly to their brothers. In about a.