Apparently I’d started clicking my pen again.I rolled my eyes and put on an attitude, like I totally hadn’t just been thinking of her topless. “...h I’m so scared, as if you could take me.”She shot me a glare. “Oh I could take you, rainbow.”‘Rainbow’ was one of her many nicknames for me, not because I was gay, oh no, that’d be too subtle. My hair is what earned the nickname. Not only was it half shaved with fluffy blonde bangs, the rest of my hair went down to my waist and was dyed rainbow. And. ”“A fourth?”Ildi held her fingers up to frame her eyes. “Yeah. Tovideotape the scene. I want a tape, memories for myso-called golden years.”Nikki laughed, then held her hand symbolically aboutthree feet off the pavement.“Well, Yvette can do that, if she can be talked intoit.”“Right, shy as a little mad dog. We’ll just tell hershe can hand-hold the camcorder and sit on thetripod.”“Ouch.”“Ouch nothing,” Ildi. She came in and set the tray down. She wanted to smile in a friendly, relaxed way, but her jaw was set firm and grim by her troubled mind. A moral question clawed at her heart, and she waited for an answer from within. She sat down on the chair beside the bed.“We’ll have to get you washed, dressed and moving around, young man. Now the doctor’s gone.”“I know what you’re going to tell me, Mum,” he said.“You do? I don’t suppose that makes it any easier for either of us, does it?”“No.”“But you know. Don't pay any attention to me," I said.She waited for a moment, and then she started to brush her right breast through her blouse. She used the entire length of her hand, held rigidly, to brush over the tip of her breast through the cloth, and then would make circling motions with just her palm, before cupping and squeezing it a little. She then started doing the same to her left breast, massaging her right breast at the same time. After stroking her nipples like this for what seemed like.