She put her hand down to feel them and asked which is which Jack said mine is on the left, they helped her off the table and let her sit on the couch... and gave her a cup of coffee, they asked if they hurt and she said I can feel them but not really hurting. Jack said any sex will have to be doggy style for a couple of weeks to let them heal and they need to be rotated as often as possible. In the afternoon they asked her if she felt like going for a drink and she said yes. She put her skirt and. I unzipped my tent and to get in and stopped, shocked at what I saw in the dim light coming towards me. There was the boy from the shower, being carried by what had to be his father, curled up and softly crying on his shoulder. I started to back away but the man spoke first “ah, sorry to barge in on you but it got late and my son was throwing a fit cause he wanted to see you and its our last night here and he said he knew you; Say’s you’re quite the fisherman. I apologize but you know what. I have two retired managers that I think would be ideal. We could put our money toward hiring staff with the expertise to set this up. When that is done, we can figure out how to find the applicants for the grants." Let's go with that. It sounds sensible to me. This definitely is a work in progress."I invited Gram to sit down with Kate and me after lunch to discuss Father Juan Carlos. Gram was fully aware of what was going on. I thought that maybe she would have some ideas. Kate had a short. Her heart pounded, visible through her chest wall. Her nipples hardened traitorously again and the gooseflesh returned in force.Oh, fuck, she thought disjointedly. Pudge was at his bedroom window, binoculars to his eyes and, as her blinds opened to reveal her upper body, she watched him go rigid as a statue, then take an involuntary step backward. She watched his blubber shimmy as a shiver ran down his spine.Caught you. Caught me, she thought hazily. What do I do now? Her subconscious made that.