I never heard who the mother was. Bobby's one redeeming quality in his drunken life was that he was crazy about that girl. They lived in an old rusty ...trailer down the pitted drive at the front of their property. Worse still, we are somehow related like second cousins twice removed or some such nonsense.Bobby Sims was juggling the doorknob by the time I reached the door. I flung it open pissed off and Bobby just trooped past me dragging his daughter Gina after him with no apologies. They were. Her labia were swollen and moisture evident. I wondered if it was the stirrups that triggered this or the prep, which consisted of multiple enemas. I figured it was both. With her feet strapped into the rests, I pulled her torso down and adjusted the stirrups so her knees were pulled back and her legs spread as far as possible exposing her entire lower region. I took a cotton swab, coated it with alcohol, a proceeded to clean her inner labia. She quivered thinking I was going to pierce her. ” I replied. “If I had just told Molly how I felt at the time, I could have avoided all of this. Maybe I’d be a better person for that too. But still, I’d have moved on from her by now too. That’d be nice. I almost wish I never felt anything for her in the first place.”Daisy was silent for a while. “Did you do anything with her since you told her?”“Anything in her sleep? Hell no.” There was no way in hell I was going to let Daisy know Molly was now coming on to me. That would have made things…. Hey wait, he thought. Where were Rosa's chambers?"Lower levels," Cérulea said. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor and drawing pictures of people screaming in agony as they were burned alive. The pictures were very detailed. "Opposite Nÿte's chambers," she added."Thank you," Phil said.Cérulea looked up at him and smiled, her ruby-red eyes twinkling."You're welcome," she said.Phil had seen Nÿte and Cérulea's chambers. He'd visited Verdé's garden. He hadn't seen Rosa's quarters yet though.