." I began, my final, futile protest, my last effort to avoid calamity.Katie lifted her finger to her lips and whispered her reply. "Shh," she breathe...d and, with that, my resistance faded in an instant."I want you to use your mouth," she said. I could scarcely believe that this normally reserved young woman was commanding me so easily, that she controlled this situation as though she'd done it a million times. At that moment, I truly believed that I would have done anything that she asked.I. ’TELL ME THIS WON’T HAPPEN TO US!!Three sisters, ages 92, 94 and 96, live in a house together. One night the 96-year-old draws a bath. She puts her foot in and pauses. She yells to the other sisters,‘Was I getting in or out of the bath?’ The94-year-old yells back, ‘I don’t know. I’ll come up and see.’ She starts up the stairs and pauses‘Was I going up the stairs or down? The92-year-old is sitting at the kitchen table having tea listening to her sisters, she shakes her head and says, ‘I sure. I was becoming more and more curious about the mystery. Really the mystery was the difference in the two stories. It would be exciting to find out the truth. I couldn't even speculate on what had really happened.Later I lay in bed in a pleasantly drowsy mood and thought about Jack and that kiss. It wasn't really a kiss but it had been more than anything else in the two years since Billy had died. We had a whirlwind courtship, meeting at the beach on the small island of Coronado in San Diego,. It was harder to read Sean, she had known him less than a sunset. She stood a breath away from him, his hands on her shoulders, his mouth a half breath away from her ear. She pushed him away but kept her hands on his shoulders. He looked directly at her, his brown eyes even darker in the night. He neither smiled nor frowned, just stood quietly studying her face, making the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. He wore a navy blue t-shirt which hung loosely and his jeans were well.