‘Don’t you?’ I asked, hopefully, feeling her ass cheeks. ‘Paul, behave yourself, Cleo’s next door.’ Cleo. Cleopatra el McToomb. Daughter o...f Jerez el McToomb, former head of security at the Cairo Department of Antiquities and Dr Lee-Anne Peterson. Lee-Anne. I remembered that night in the boat on the Nile. A lot of Brandy was drunk and we compromised a patient Doctor relationship. I never told anybody but I was certain that Cleo came from that night. I know she was a twin, but it is not unknown. She herself was determined not to appear to be completely deprived of her senses by sappy romantic mania (even though she actually was), and so she acted very reserved and aloof."Not me. I've just taken up swimming. It's wearing me out a little, since I'm not used to it." Swimming?" Rhonda raised a skeptical eyebrow. "When do you go?" After work. Sometimes early in the morning. The municipal pools open at six."This part, at least, was true. She had begun to swim almost daily, though only on. She felt as if she was floating, kind of. Opening a wary eye, she saw she was in the large hot tub on her apartment deck. The gently bubbling hot water soothed away the aches and pains of the strange ordeal she had just gone through. She felt safe, secure. She felt loved, for the first time that she could ever recall. It was an entirely new feeling for her and scared her more than a little bit. There were too many complications in her life to have to deal with that, too.John was sitting behind. Once again she tried to push him off her and for a moment it felt like it was working as his body moved towards one side. But he knew his truck better then she did, she hadn't even been in the sleeper till then. Once he was to the side of her he grabbed her shirt and this time he grabbed hold of the base of her shirt pulled it and the head hole up over her head. She didn't lift her arms and he took advantage of that pulling her shirt down behind her head and back but left the sleeves still.