Her eyes remained closed while Kane squeezed a wet cloth in his other hand. He washed her face carefully, dipping and wringing the cloth one-handed as...he gradually wiped away the wild smears of her ruined makeup. Every time he rubbed the cloth over her face she let out unconscious whimpers, as if there were something luxurious and tragic in the transaction between the cloth and her skin. When she was clean again, Kane leaned forward and kissed each of her wet eyelids lightly. He touched his. " He said it's as worthless as a history degree," Jen joked. "He... , crap. This sounds really messed up. But he reminds me of you. I hate to leave Sunday. I wish I was already out here for good." I do, too," Brock told her. "You know, I figure the day I saw your little blonde head pop over the fence might have been the luckiest day of my life. I've never really taken the time to thank you for all you've meant to me." You?" Jen asked. "It might have been a good day for you but I have no doubt. If I had answered you, Frank, you would be sleeping on the couch tonight," Margaret laughed, punching Wainwright lightly in the ribs."Well," Wainwright answered, "I'm used to being the boss. I can run my mouth any time I want. But I'll remember how it feels being on the other end, after this," he laughed. Sobering, he continued, "I might be a little more considerate in the labs when someone is trying to explain something to me. But I guess they'll never let me give them pushups the way Jeff. .. This is my standard work out stuff...I did bring a shirt to wear over the bra once the show and tell wasover..." With that I dug into my bag I had brought and pulled out mytank top my Mom had made for me. When I had gotten sick she had made itup, thinking it would lift my spirits.I was tugging it on when Tom asked, "Twenty-three? That was your oldnumber wasn't it?"I nodded, "Yeah Mom thought this would make me feel better when shebrought me to a few games... At the time it only reminded me I.