And I know you would have done just that, and it wouldhave been a tragedy. That's why we keep the solvent in the back room,and why I decided not to s...ll any to you today. It is also why I did themakeover and practically forced you to come here tonight. I hope youknow I only had your best interest at heart, and if you really protested,we would not be here. I don't know what made me take such liberties withyou, but I think it's because you remind me so much of myself. Can youforgive me?"Kim. "Ranger Hanson, my name is Mrs. Rachel Stone. A man by the name of Carl Puffin has been following me and is harassing me. He is here in front of us and has begun to talk a whole lot of nonsense. My son Mark is protecting me right now. I hate to be stalked by a pervert."Carl grabbed for the phone in Rachel's hand and Mark tripped him. "Stay there." Mark ordered him as if he were a dog."Stay down and I won't hurt you." The implied threat sounded hollow to Mark, the professional pacifist. Right. More, more, was all that Aiden could say, don't worry I was going to give him more but I turned him over and directed him to sit on the couch. Aiden figured out what I was intending and sat on the edge of the couch and spread his legs and I knelt between his legs.This was the first time I had seen Aiden shirtless from the front, and he was ripped. I ran my hands down his hairless chest, over his rippled tummy (which didn't have an ounce of fat on it), down past his belt line to the base of. Tanned bare limbs and a pair of dusty blue shorts. He dabbled his toes the clear running blue water and smiled to himself."Apollo!"The little boy turns and half blinded by the low sun, raises a hand to shade sky blue eyes to see a slim girlish figure in a light cotton sundress with long wavy hair running toward him over the field.That same girl, maybe three or four years older, in hipster jeans and a red t-shirt emblazoned with some American slogan. She stands, looking cooler than ice cream on.