She stayed that way all day Saturday. Ford and Ellen had returned to Mishawaka. They had their own problems to work out. But they promised they’d be...back next weekend. The whole family was trying to heal, not just Joanne.I continued talking to my girlfriend, lover, little papergirl, co-parent of our son with Samantha. Just like I’d done every morning for sixteen years. Friday, I would be thirty years old.“I want so much to help, but I don’t know what to do. I remember the day when Ruth McCall. When she had all of them undone she held the blouse open and rubbed it across her nipples. They were really hard.When the door opened for our floor she stepped out walking to our room. She removed her blouse and tossed it on the floor. While I was trying to get the door unlocked she had pulled her skirt up around her waist and bent over showing her ass to Christer and Hans.When we all got into the room Chris was in charge. She instructed Christer and Hans to sit on the bed and get naked. Chris. There was no way back that I could see.“You know, if you think this approach is going to get you what you seem to want, you’re sorely mistaken. In fact, it’s more likely to end our conversation right now.”Something hit me, and I had a sudden suspicion.“Is this some kind of warped test?” I asked before she could answer. “If I refuse, I pass? If I agree to do it, I fail? Why are we here, Michelle? And what is it you want from me?”“I suppose, at this point, nothing.”“Nothing? Now you have me. Thoughts of Roland now seemed so remote, a far off memory, business to be tabled indefinitely. It must have only been a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity before she could speak. Dean had said nothing as they gazed at each other. ‘I need to have you come inside of me. I want us to be one being.’ Her words were a simple statement of fact, and she seemed unware of the double entendre. ‘There’s so much for us to share,’ Dean said. ‘Pull that sash that you wondered about earlier.’ He.