I think I've seen the symptoms before, but I want you to look at it."He waited until she was done, then unwound the bandage. It was stuck to the wound... and hurt terribly as he pulled on it to check. "I don't think you have it, but it's all red all around. The bandage is full of yellow pus and it smells bad. Should we change this? The socks should be pretty clean." No, not yet." She watched him as he wrapped it back up. He hadn't told her what they'd said, and there'd been two radio checks while. Perhaps Yelena would always be alone on the pedestal. There’d never be someone who truly appreciated her, not on the level she wanted. Magic, she thought with a silent snort, coming up on the Stradivarius violin she’d come to steal. There’s no such thing. Then she heard someone approaching. Earphones designed to amplify the slightest sound picked up the footsteps while they were still at the far edge of the exhibit hall. With a skill born of long practice (and nothing more), Yelena pressed. I was kind of surprised that he was able to keep it asecret so long, but my daughter was not the most observant person. Iguess that's a trait that runs in our family.I asked if anyone but me knew. He told me that I was the only one. Inodded to myself and thought about what the kid had to be thinking allthese years. He knew that something was wrong with what he was doing. Heknew enough to hide it, but like me he got caught.I told him I understood. I asked if he could keep a secret. He said. She slept with his cock inside for a while on top his body and I saw her feeling his hairy chest which she never does with me. With me she immediately runs to the bath room and washes and cleans herself. With him she rolled to a side and slept for a while. He embraced her from behind and both slept. I had to clean myself. But had no way of getting out, wondering what to do. I moved to the other room thinking what to do. The time was then 1.30am in the morning and could not go back to the hotel.