I looked at all of them with a question mark across my face, no words. “Did you ask your wife if all the garbage from the house was all ready to go?...” “NO-o-o-o-o-o.” “U-huh. C-o-n-s-e-q-u-e-n-c-e-s my dear,” said Siza. “Oh man! What if I checked all the waste baskets from in the house myself, first?” “Could be included in the list of consequences, yes, but do you think you still should have asked your wife too? Was all the recycle taken care of first? Should you wait until the morning to make. He looked at his chronometer and shook his head. He’d been locked in the cockpit for nearly an hour. His shoulders fell as he moved closer, seeing some of her wounds for the first time, most notably the gash on her head where her face had hit the bulkhead. He leaned down close to her, moving quietly as he tried to get a better look. He looked around and considered trying to move her while she was unconscious, but he wasn’t sure if that was the best course of action at the moment. Brynn felt. How would you feel about that?”I didn’t answer, not because I didn’t want to, but because I wasn’t really sure how to; the thought both terrified and excited me.“I thought as much,” Abby continued as if my silence was all the answer she needed. “Perhaps another time.”I felt her hand on the back of my calf, her fingers running slowly up my leg, the stocking I wore amplifying the feeling. I felt her fingertips brush the back of my knee, my thighs, turning inward. I held my breath, letting it out. I could not believe my eyes.Here I was, rock hard, standing in nothing but a t-shirt, and staring at this amazingly sexy teenage girl, completely naked.An absolutely amazingly sexy small patch of reddish brown pubic hair between her legs.And I knew right then, God help me, I wanted to have sex with her.Katie looked at me, glanced down at me again, looked up in my eyes, and said to me, "What's the matter?"I stared at her, moved slowly towards her, and put my hands around her back. I pulled her.