”“How could it be worse?”“Her dad found the books you gave her and the prayer rope.”“«На пиздец»,” I sighed.Milena shook her h...ad, obviously understanding what I’d said.“I don’t speak Russian, Mikey,” Liz said.“We’re screwed, though a word which would cause Mom to blow a gasket.”“Fucked,” Liz confirmed.“Yeah. So?”“She was supposed to meet with her pastor today. I don’t know what happened.”“How did you find this out?”“My friend Hannah goes to the same church. Maggie asked her to call. Otherwise, he’d be living in a cheaper neighborhood,” Daryl answered. The tone of his voice suggested that the answer was obvious to anyone who knew anything about men.“What about when he held his daughter for the first time and the look of horror on his face?”“That wasn’t horror. The guy was probably afraid that he’d drop the baby. I remember the first time I held a baby. You’d have thought I was holding a cobra by the expression on my face. I was terrified that I’d drop it,” Daryl answered. It was kind ofa feeling of longing, of wanting to suddenly be with David. 'What thehell,' he thought to himself as he shook it off. He stepped over to the full sized mirror hanging next to the door to thebathroom, and was shocked to see what was in front of him. Somehow, itwas not the same as at the lab or at Rhonda's apartment. Seeing her inperson and being there - in her room, in her house, wearing her clothesand being in contact with her actual moisture, was overpowering. Withouteven. She nuzzles my neck with her nose and lips. I turn my head toward her ear and whisper, “I want you to sit on my face.” She smiles at me, then moves to oblige. Her knees straddle me at my waist as she begins her climb. She playfully tugs at my nipples, since I hadn’t worn a bra, thru my wife-beater t-shirt. I flinch because she knows this is a sensitive area for me. She stops climbing, to playfully rest her “kitten” on my chin. I can smell her scent from where she is, and it is turning me on. I.