"Oh is this why you're late? You stopped for wine? You did this without my permission?" Silently, I reached for a joint, placed it in my mouth, lit...it, dragged, coughed and handed it to him. He stroked the side of my face and said, "hmm, good girl. You're still late, get in here." I loved it when he ordered me around.I looked at his handsome face out the corner of my eye as I walked past him and through a cloud of smoke. I saw his arm swing back to slap my ass. "Take that coat off. . The only one who noticed, though, was Mallory, whose eyebrows rose. She knew that Bob had some "unauthorized" interest in his daughter, at least in watching his daughter give a blow job to his nephew. But this suggested that Sam knew it too. And, since Sam had never shared that kind of information before - and they shared everything - ergo this knowledge must be relatively recently acquired.Mal watched Bob's face as Sam whipped her T shirt up and over her head. Her breasts were bigger and. I considered calling them, but I decided they might hear something in my voice and they would worry. And should the worst happen, they would endlessly wonder if they should have done something. No, I would not call them.I cleaned up my computer and paper files. Colt's Journal was sitting on my "to-be-read" bookshelf. All my notes on it were only on my computer, encrypted well enough that I doubt anybody would be able to decode them. The books on physiology and genetics were returned to the. So plans were started in order to visit Japan in the summer of 2020.By August the hospital had pronounced Antonia as rehabilitated as they could do though they did admit she was already farther along than most people who took up residence there and quite possibly fully recovered on her own. Her mental state was another matter as she had no desire to return to Atokos instead preferring Italy to visit her family and to say good bye to her father, whose body had been recovered and buried while she.