"You could ... you could ... wash it. Please? And my hair down there? I'm so dirty. I'll never be clean." Rhonda, I will wash you every day for the re...t of your life if you need. Even if you don't need me to. If you want me to." I started to use a washcloth to protect her modesty and then thought 'hell with it.' She needed to feel and know that I was not afraid to touch her with my hands. I was not disgusted with her. I didn't make it sexy, but I lathered my hands and washed her breasts, her. I heard Cord’s chuckle from behind me. I felt his arms drape loosely over my shoulders and then I felt his lips against my ear and neck, kissing me as we fell at what felt like 4000 mph toward the earth! Then I felt something poking my back and knew that Cord had just developed a… rather large… boner. I smiled to myself, wondering if he got one every time he dived. After what seemed like mere seconds, but I know was more, we were approaching land, everything had gone amazingly smooth. We. We were the only family that each other had. Somehow neither, Amanda or anyone else noticed anything odd about Anna. I couldn't figure out a way to tell Amanda without sounding like I was the crazy one. After a few weeks she brought the subject up herself, at one of our lunches."Press, what happened to you and Anna?" asked Amanda, one day while we were having lunch. "She thinks you don't love her anymore." Maybe it was Charlotte dying," I said. "Or maybe, I just realized that what I thought we. I was getting pretty good at it too, I practice in front of the mirror. Not quite Spock class yet, but I am getting there.“No. I read it, it’s horrible. I will use bits and pieces of it though, especially the motivations it assigns to Cam in the beginning. I was told the basic story line, the events, I mean, was right though, so I can use the timeline to prompt you.”“Yeah, more or less, anyway. There were some errors and a lot of stuff she never knew about, but it was accurate enough for what.