"I can't stop thinking about this morning, and last night... before I say anything, tell me the truth, what do you want from me?" She glared up at me,...the porch light reflecting in her eyes. Right then, I wanted to kiss her."I don't know..." I whispered. "You have to know, Caleb. You have to be sure. I'm not going to do, or allow anything to happen, unless I know what you want. Exactly what you want." That was tough, because while I knew I wanted her, I didn't know what all I wanted to go with. The facility was well lit. Kaito and Melissa were both yawning. They didn’t get the desired sleep when a hippo goddess came to them and told them that she wanted to try again. They hurriedly got dressed to go back to medical.“I am sorry if we are not overly excited,” Melissa told them. “We have been used to continuous let downs over and over again.”Taweret was straightening her bra covering as she waited for them to finish their sentences. Kaito seemed a little more hopeful, though. He was. Too recent ... of her folly."She's a beautiful boat ... you wouldn't think of selling her, would you?"The asking man was a beautifully slender grey-headed older fella from Chicago ... something to do with meat packing and railroads ... old money ... as old as a midwesterner's money could get."She belongs to the boy," Mom said.Wearing my summer whites and sailor cap, I was out on the foredeck, waxing. Grace was sunning and I waxed around her.Mr. Bishop laughed, "In that uniform, I thought he was. The weeks went by quickly as we traveled from one city to another, spending our evenings and nights in strip clubs, adult bookstores and at busy nightclubs in VIP rooms. We did radio interviews early in the morning, sometimes barely getting out of bed and sending our current lovers home, so that we could make it on time to our scheduled appointments. My mom and grandmother had done it for years, so they were used to it. They seemed so much more in control and organized. Sometimes they were up.