“I think the waiting makes it worse, all this anticipation. I don’t know what I would do without someone to blabber at.”“I’m scared just wat...ching you,” I said, immediately wishing I hadn’t. “It’s just warm water, right?” Rachel said. “It’s nowhere near as stupid as fucking a stranger…”“About that…”“Uh… Danielle, before I start. Do you want to clean the cum from your face?”“Fuck!” “It doesn’t bother me,” Rachel said. “But it’s already drying…”She was right, I could sense the coagulated parts. Next stop, the drug store."Oh look Joan," she intoned. Her enthusiasm was beginning to set mystomach on edge and I seriously worried about losing my dinner. Shestopped in front of a display of makeup kits for young girls. "You'rereally a little too old for this stuff, but as you're just beginning toexplore..." her voice trailed off. She picked out a kit that would bestmatch my skin tones. She wasn't done yet. She stood there examining thecontents of the collection and said, "Oh, just one more. .. add Grace ... and Michigan sidewalks? I woke up in the Student Health Center."I don't understand it," she was telling the nurse. "He always bashes his head when we're out running."She was holding my hand for comfort."Have you tried running beside him?" suggested the nurse.It took a second. Grace looked down."It's not your front," she said.Grace turned red! She dropped my hand and slapped me. "MEN are such PIGS! You're MY BROTHER!" You have a mighty fine butt," I tried my winningest. Life goes on. Walker was now 15; I was 33. I was married, deliciously so, to Vanessa Henderson. Walker had a live-in girlfriend, his second, named Pilar Paloma.I was still doing a daily full-mirror appraisal and continued be pleased at what I saw. A sexy lady, blonde and tan and slender, full boobs, a very smart blunt-cut bob, and deep blue eyes. Not bad, not bad at all. Even when Mercury was in retrograde.Daddy had retired from the KCPD, but was now a frequent consultant to the FBI.Walker and.