You, more than anyone else, know that your development is behind your peers as well,” Jane told me.“We need you to go with Paula. Not because of y...our lack of sexual development, but because you are like Anna, Jane, and I,” Steve told me. “I need someone able to do extraordinary things to protect my little girl on this mission if something goes sideways. We don’t want to underestimate these people.”Jane told me, “We closely monitored the older teen operatives once they made it into their foster. Bill was younger, early forties, tall at six-foot-three—had a better build at two hundred and thirty pounds of hard-muscled flesh. He had worked at his father's construction business since his fifteenth birthday, at least part time and full time after his associate's degree from the local community college.The other man could have been anything, but he was no physical laborer. He caught Bill sizing him up and smiled."My new friend, you and me aren't so dissimilar," the man in the silk jacket. “Can I help you?” Nikki asked.“I just came to apologize. I’ve been a real bitch.” Nikki raised her eyebrows. “I met a boy at the cabin and I told him about our servant whom was caring for my ill brother and he asked a lot of questions about how I treated you. I realized I didn’t want to tell him. Not because it’s wrong, but because I was ashamed. I finally bawled out the truth about how I treated you like dirt and he said I needed to apologize. I really am sorry for everything.”“Thanks.” Nikki. She experienced the same closeness and warmth she had felt during sex with him. It was not the mind blowing sex of Trent but instead a feeling of belonging and of giving herself freely to him. The sex was exciting but perhaps "fulfilling" would have been a better word to describe it. She felt that now as if she were kissing the one man who could make her complete, who could elicit her true identity and make her safe and secure in who she was. She hated for the moment to end."You know we've.