“This should be awkward,” she said, looking at me with serious eyes. Her hair was still damp, but no longer plastered to her skull. She looked lik... she might have just gotten out of the shower. “So why don’t I feel awkward?”“Because I’m feeling awkward enough for both of us?” I suggested.“You saved my life,” she said, still gazing into my eyes.“A guy named Glen saved your life,” I corrected.“He got me out of the water, but you saved me from freezing to death,” she said.“Your mother would have. ‘Maybe you should check and see,’ I said sultrily. ‘It unwraps rather easily!’ I had hoped he would unwrap me right there, but at that very moment, Teri appeared at his side. She looked fantastic, much like she had in school. The pounds she’d shed had come from all the right places, leaving her boobs round and full and her hips and butt sensual and alluring. Her waist was again that school-girl waist she was so proud of in high school. I felt dowdy in this stupid sarong and wanted desperately. Next day, my lawyer called. It seems Ed was petitioning the Washington courts for custody of his children. The lawyer didn't think it would be a problem, but we shouldn't go to Washington, or allow the children to. We'd already filed for divorce and for custody in Oregon, where Rachael and the children were living. The restraining order was in place. He said he could handle this one, but that we should be prepared for a drawn out, nasty fight.Rachael and I resolved to be very circumspect, even. .. or scent, for that matter,” Kara interjected as she leaned over to feed me before I could protest, “now, now, let me do this! I know that you’re a big, strong man who can feed himself and all that, but you’re also in a lot of pain ... and I want to pamper my man whenever I have an excuse ... such as the agony in which you find yourself. I hope that the morphine is keeping it somewhat at bay, if nothing else.”Kara, of course, made a point of kissing my face repeatedly and letting me see a bit.