Slowly I saw Rick's eyes drift, subtly tracing the slope of my throat down to my chest; with his attention else where I gave one final shove and he to...pled backwards off his friend.Lauren chucked me off her shoulders and we all began wrestling in the shallow end. For twenty minutes we thrashed about, then Rick's father said the pizza has arrived. Lauren and Rick's friend were out in a flash; still laughing I smiled over at Rick. He smiled back. For a few seconds we just stood and smiled, then. "Paul ... stop."He lifted his hand from her mons and watched her ribs and breasts heave as she regained her breath. "Would you like some water?" he asked. "I have some in the fridge." Okay."Paul hopped out of bed and returned with a bottle of water. He removed the cap and she drank from it. "Thanks. I needed that." It looked like you had one," he remarked."I had a very nice one." Look -- if we've gone far enough tonight..." Paul. This is something I want. Believe me." I guess then there's no. "I sat for a moment taking this in as best I could."You," I said turning to my non-biological father) " were okay with this?" Yes, of course," he replied, without the slightest hesitation, and this surprised me."I know this is probably hard for you to fathom, but your mother and I wanted to do something significant against racism. We were both so sickened by the things we saw and heard in the world about how whites treated those of color, and especially in Africa, that we felt the only way to. This one was different. Remember the hatchet?”Now it was George’s turn to nod. George also subconsciously rubbed his chest as he remembered taking Tim back to his cell in the laboratory. The interrogators had bandaged his chest wound but noted that, no matter the injury, Tim was miraculously healing. These were the start of day-after-day of new and ever-increasingly sadistic torture for which George got to see at least the remnants. He admitted to Tim that he occasionally had terrible dreams.