We remained like that for a while, finally chatting again, talking quietly. No one ventured so far along the trail, although a stray cat did meander b...y, pausing briefly to look up at us and silently beg us for food. “Do you remember the threesome?” Kristen asked softly. “Definitely.” I had been thinking about it that very morning. “I’ve never told anyone this,” she confessed, “but I thought it felt really natural when you undressed me.” That surprised me. “Really?” “Really,” my sister affirmed.. Wondering and jealous, knowing that her next five or so years would be filled with discovery, joy, heartbreak, and if she was lucky, love and passion.From that night on, Rebecca was our regular baby-sitter. The routine seldom varied, unless for some reason I needed to stay in and my wife taxied her home. Any knowledge of Rebecca's budding romantic life came to us through her parents. We found out about her boyfriends through them. We found out when they became ex-boyfriends too. We still did a. My fighter went spinning out of control as it vented control fluids out into space.I yanked at the jettison lever to no avail. The escape pod failed to fire. It was a slim chance anyways. The Catamaral used human escape pods for target practice. Still, it was better than waiting for the fighter to explode. Its containment field around the small vial of antimatter would fail as the power failed. It was not much, only about 1 gram, less what I had already burned up. It would only be a small. "Ah, hello, Gwen. This is Doctor Benson. I was wondering if I could speak to you about Mort." I ... I can't speak about that. My parents might hear me." she sounded very frightened.I hesitated, not sure how to proceed. "I see" I finally said. "Well the thing of it is, I was just wondering about the hand injury..."Gwen cut me off "What! How did you know about that?" Well, it's mentioned in the file. I know Mort had no hand injuries when I examined her a few weeks back, so when I saw the updated.