" Very good. You're absolutely right. You're already on your way, Gina."Gina smiled. She knew she could count on Victor to chase the demons from her h...ad."Cassie, can you describe to me again that experience you had last night?" Jason said as he and Cassie came down the stairs after they had dressed. "The one where you said Stephanie talked to you."Melinda looked up. She and Richie were also dressed and sitting in the living room. Richie lounged on the sofa, his back propped up against one end,. It was large, maybe four feet long and change, and it looked heavy. It resembled a rifle, with a buttstock and a trigger that were almost certainly modeled after the powder weapons used by the other territories, but there was a bow at the far end of the contraption instead of a rifled barrel. The string was suspended between two surprisingly short, flexible limbs, and there was a cocking stirrup at the end of the barrel that was large enough for a Borealan foot. It looked oddly advanced for. She hopelessly twitched and jerked, as every last abstained second of the past two and a half years felt as though it was building up to a crescendo that was about to explode out of her rapidly expanding and contracting pussy. Her nipples felt like ice cubes were being rubbed on them,they were that hard and as the water bubbled up past her neck and over her ears, she allowed herself a stifled moan, knowing it would be muted by the sound of the air pumps, safe in the knowledge that people sat. Her interest in you is that of a mentor. When Sara had been trying to take blood from an elderly patient and couldn't find a vein, Bev had been so patient, even when she had burst out in tears and run off to the sluice to weep alone, convinced she would never get it right. But Bev had followed her, and in the silence of the small room, she had spoken to her kindly, had even held her, comforted her when her sobbing had become absurd. She thinks of those second in Bev's arm, her cheeks resting on.