"There's more, though. I really think you would have slept in the park and she would have been with you. What happened?" You're right, son," Ed replie.... "Too right, in fact. I have been a shit virtually all my life. What happened? I guess I met Vangie. The truth is I really don't know what did happen. She claims to be a bitch, and I guess she may have been. But do you know what? The two of us together seem to neutralize each other's poisons somehow. Under all of that camouflage she's really a. When she got the handles staked and stood up her hands were shaking from the tension she had been under during the past 20 minutes of solo flying. I remember the feeling (from a long, long time ago)!I brought her over by the cooler and got her to sit down. Pulling a bottle of water out for her I asked "Having fun?"She turned the biggest grin at me and said simply "Oh, yea!" and took a big chug from the bottle."Good, take a bit of a break and then you can go at it again. Don't try to get too. "Wouldn't you like to know," I said, feeling a strange conflict of guilt, excitement, and kink. "OK, do it right this time."I lit the rig and as the wax hit the dabber and I sucked it in my mouth, Liv sat down on my knee and planted her open mouth wide over my lips. I was caught off guard, but held it together as I exhaled into her mouth. She took the hit in almost perfectly, our lips resting together as she took it in. She exhaled the hit and told me it was my turn. As she remained seated on. Which is really not what you want to do in a communal shower, but there ya go.I didn’t mourn Esobe, obviously. Nor the loss of my innocence. When you get to the point where you kick people off moving escalators and sleep like a baby that same night, innocence is like a train station you stopped at hours ago and only remember because you worked out if you could run fast enough to get a veal croquette from the vending machine. (It’s a Dutch thing, don’t bother.) But I think I mourned those.