This little girl - - omg - - I knew it was wrong, everything about the whole situation was wrong. After I dropped her off at the motel to meet up with... her parents, I told her to never, ever tell a soul about what we did that night, and even though she agreed, as I asked her to pinky-promise as well, I was becoming way too obsessive, as I just couldn't shake the memories of us together. The foreshadowing of paranoia creeping over my mind as I pitcured myself being caught doing something I. Because they had already had their share, they were glad to see Jeannie had demanded and was obviously getting her turn. Kaneki noticed their passionate kissing while they made love, and was a little jealous that she hadn't thought to do that. For her, it had been the pleasure she was enveloping in her lower regions. It seemed strange to see her sister and brother like that, but why not?Jane was pleased to see them so loving together, and felt another pang of gratitude that she and Leniki were. That passion still lurked in her, she knew. She tried to keep a lid on that, succumbing to her infrequent sexual yearning only in-so-far as using her fingers to bring release now and again.She convinced herself it was enough.Yes, life wasn’t so complicated that she couldn’t enjoy it, all things considered.Until she received a registered letter, in her married name, addressed to her at the bank.It was from her brother.She had no idea how he had tracked her down, but he had. She had read it so. She had left a mark; a thin line of red had welted across his left bottom cheek. She wondered why she felt like the way she did, unsatisfied. He was a client, nothing more, nothing less. And a good client at that. Followed all the rules, was never late, did not rise above his station and try to force himself onto her. That happened more often than she liked. Apparently having it plastered on her website in bold red and ensuring it had been seen by each new client wasn’t enough. Some idiots.