“It’s time now…” I remove my hand from his and turn my head to look at her. Breathing in another breath, not out of need anymore but out of ha...it. I reply in a cracked voice. “A few more minutes please?” She doesn’t want to give it to me and for a moment her green eyes graze my face before she relents stepping back and I turn my attentions back to him, inching closer to his form, his head hanging, breathing deep. My eyes speak volumes of how very sorry I am, and yet I can’t phrase it right to. " Bernie raised a finger and pointed it at Red and the Slip, and said, "You don't need to repeat that..."Ramon cocked his head. "What about Aretha?" We hope that she'll join us," Gene said."So you want Terise, but Aretha isn't..." my man asked, confused. Well, he wasn't a PATCH on ME! What the fuck would they want ME for?"We want the family," Bernie replied. "We recognize that Aretha has other options. We would like to have her, but we would understand."Ramon shook his head. "This is NOT what I. I had the paper clipping and then the pictures I took. She jumped to another book that showed her playing sports."Dad, you were there for most everything, weren't you?"I had tears in my eyes as I said, "As often as I could be." Dad, this is going to be hard to explain. You probably won't believe me but at certain times in my life, I had a calm come over me. I always said it was my Guardian Angel. It began in this picture of me dancing at age five. I was scared, Dad. I was nervous when I felt a. This was not going to take long at all if I just gave in to my instinct and started right in, I thought, so why not continue to explore her body? Who knows when we would ever have an opportunity like this again? When I drew my hand away from her hips, her right hand shot out and fairly insistently grabbed my wrist. Hmmm… Two choices here: let her continue to run this show, or take charge, and let her just enjoy for a moment? I took a chance with door number two, hoping she was game to switch it.