The week after the meeting in Denver had been lonely. That time in the hotel room had been better than he'd ever imagined. He'd felt a real bonding wi...th her, and he couldn't get her out of his mind. Fortunately they'd had e-mail and texting, but it wasn't the same. He wondered if it would change anything between them, especially at school. You couldn't stay true to just one person. That much he'd learned. You ended up involved with other people, no matter how hard you tried.He'd seen the guys. It was taking forever to make its way up the Congo Valley, inland from Pointe Noire. It seemed to gasp at every bend and incline as it tried to cope with the uneven track and the tropical heat.The journey gave Clegg some time to think about the girls that were now back, he assumed, in Station X. He had some concerns. At least with his usual clients he knew how the girls would be treated. He was much less confident that the yahoo's from the English public school system that filled British. The service was a simple memorial with the four caskets, each with a picture of the deceased. Apparently not everyone had been notified of how they had died as several people tried to complain that the caskets were closed. My mother took them aside and explained about the accident and fire. Shannon's could have been open if we had wanted to spend the several thousand dollars for the reconstructionist to try to repair enough of the damage to her face for her to pass inspection with makeup. We'd. And she grinned coyly when she found the head and rubbed it slowly through the material. She was driving me nuts."Kathleen," I rasped, "maybe we shouldn't be doing this." Well, my Dear, I hear your voice objecting, but I see your penis responding otherwise. Are you bothered by the difference in our ages?" I-I don't know what to think."She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my arms to the soles of my feet."I can assure you, Love, I'll do things for you that you've never.