The down pillows that encircled her head were no guarantee of dream filled nights without his warm body beside her and the clock hands moved agonizing...y slowly ( so slowly in fact that she would be tempted to buy fresh batteries the next day). And as she lay there surrounded by the night sounds of tree frogs and distant waves, how many times did she swear she could hear the tires as they turned up the long driveway? But each time she would roll over to the window and there peacefully snuggled. This is a precaution more for Sylvie than Brock, considering all those time he fucked Missy with his parents at home.Brock lies in bed with thoughts of his sister and Missy running through his mind. He misses his cat, wondering why she left and where to. Sylvie on the other hand has only her brother in mind. She enjoyed feeling his cum leaking from her all afternoon. She thinks of his beautiful cock, which leads to her crotch tingling. In no time, and without any effort, she has the juices. "You mean..."He nodded. "It's gone ... or back, whichever way you want to think about it." Is that why you were itching so much until two weeks ago?"Again, he just nodded."Wow." Without thinking through the implications for herself, she asked, "What are you going to do?" I have an appointment in a little over two weeks with a surgeon." Oh, David. They're going to just cut ... Oh my." I'm trying not to linger over the details, please. I know it's something I have to do, that I need to do. I. And, it's high time you two iron out your differences. If there is a problem with you two working together, let me know and I'll re-assign the book." But, where is she now? She moved out of her apartment six months ago." Without saying a word, Mr. Harmon produced a piece of paper with an address and directions on it and slid it across his desk toward Scott."I told her that I would be sending her an editor by this afternoon at 2pm. You have just enough time to get there, if you leave now." Scott.