I knew perfectly well that what I was doing wasn't right. I was the one supposed to take care of her, not take advantage of her fragility like this…...But watching the way she was instinctively getting herself ready for me... The way Ava made little noises, as if she were agonizingly swallowing her moans not to let them out, not to let herself succumb to the pleasure of being taken so soon… The way this broken little thing offered me what she had that was most precious to her… I didn't know if I. "Worried about what I might think?"He nodded again."If it means anything, I am, too. We should have realized the risk." We should have realized how thoroughly her subconscious controls that part of The Construct." Well, that, too. Did you have fun?"Hanna gave him a smile. "Enough that the next time we're in The Construct, if our duties allow it, I'll want a repeat." What about here, in the real world?"She shrugged. "I'm not sure. I want to think about things, make sure I'm comfortable with it.. With you whole, I am hoping that you can add to all this, expediting the process." Sam told the female.Triann stared at Sam for a few moments then slowly nodded. "I will do what I can, I barely have even half the knowledge I need. Much is incomplete here," The female stated lightly tapping her forehead.Sam was doing his best to not stare, his mother, after all, was gorgeous. Then there was the fact that he hadn't been with... Sam violently shook his head to clear such impure thoughts from his. The gate was still open and the big Dodge diesel was in no way stealthy, so I wasn’t worried about creeping anyone out. I took my time heading for the front door and before I could ring the bell it opened. A woman stood in the doorway wearing a slinky satin robe that was attractive but kept her appropriately covered. “Can I help you?” she asked.I stopped and didn’t come any closer, but took off my ball cap and held it in my hands in front of me. “Hello. My name is Trent Wendle. My grandfather.