”“I can do that,” I said.“And, Stephen?”“What?”“You’re still my Peter.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me one of he... smoldering kisses.I fed her bits of fruit from my fingers and my lips. Turned into kisses. When she had enough, she eased back on the bed and held her arms out to me.“Come make love to me, my Peter. I’m desperate to feel you inside me again.”We made love for a long time. Then we showered again, and she was careful to keep her hair dry. We toweled each other. “The point is, Logan, sometimes killing is right. It’s not easy, it’s not fun unless you’re a psychopath or a sadist. Mourn, my boy. That’s natural. I cried my eyes out for days after I killed my wannabe rapist. But it was the right thing to do. No other young girls would suffer at his hands.“You killed the enemy today, Logan, and do you know why it was the right thing to do?”He thought a moment, then wearily shook his head.“Because they would have killed you. They would have killed me. And. Katie giggledsoftly as well."Thank you," she said, slipping out of my arms. "It?s been a whilesince, uh, Charlene has hugged me."I nodded. "Well, anytime you want one, just take it. I?m happy tooblige." Do you often hug your little sister?"I gave my head a shake. "I used to. But then, uh, she grew up. And out.So it seemed a little pervy to do it anymore. I mean, other than anover the shoulder, friendly-like, hug.She smiled. "But it didn?t feel pervy just now?"I thought about it for a second,. " I can -" he began."No," I said, firmly, pressing against his arm a little more. "I'll get it." The last thing I wanted is to have him think I owed him anything, whether it be private information or something else. Not for a fucking coffee, I thought to myself.I grabbed my purse and headed to the coffee line. Relax, Cherie, I scolded myself. He hasn't done anything wrong, and after all, you agreed to this.I stood and waited for my drink, knowing that they were going to mispronounce my name..