..”“They already know about you and yours...”“And they can’t know about you and yours. Incest laws ... Statutory rape...”“Believe me, I ...looked. I may have to sand-blast the hard drive on my computer...”“Well, if it’s any consolation, when Deena turns seventeen, she can do anybody ... except ... incest...”“She knows that. Those two, I’d be afraid of what their search history looks like...”“So she knows how serious...”“Yes. And they’re already plotting to legally reveal my non-paternity when she. Then it was back to the right. Left — right — left — right — left, faster and faster, then firmly clench both, hold the pose for several seconds, and finally relax. Without looking round to see what I made of the show (she surely knew), she raised her right hand from the elbow, waggled her fingers in a playful farewell, and walked off leaving me staring at the door she had left open behind her with a strangely dry sensation in my hanging-open mouth. I am not sure how long I sat there but I must. ”“I hate you.”“See, it’s not just me.” Cat gloated by my side in the waiting room of Peabody’s office.“I take it the proof helped?”“Why do I even bother ... yes it helped. Why couldn’t you have told me that years ago?”“You didn’t ask and I didn’t know you years ago.”“Give up Gretchen, you can’t win with him. Just think of him as the world’s biggest Jerk, hording all that knowledge and mocking us.” ‘And a huge Jerk for making me sit through taxes with Mr. Peabody.’“It was your choice. I bend my arm and my fingertips find her warm, soft back and I rub, trying to touch her as gently as possible. She groans and I smile. She lifts her head and, even though we don't speak and can't see each other, our lips find the other's and my fingers slide into her hair and hold her lips to mine as our mouths open and our tongues wrestle, each trying to taste the other.I roll onto my side, facing her, as we continue to kiss. One hand under her neck, the other goes to her hip. She has one arm.