It’s good to be back with Kara again, though.”“I’m sorry for all the trouble my dad caused the Blanchards.”“He’s out of the picture now,... so forget it. It’s water under the bridge.”“Not for me. I have to live with him. I’m not supposed to be here, because this family was supposedly corrupted by your bad influence.”“I REALLY don’t care what your dad thinks,” I said firmly.“Neither do I at this point,” she replied. “I lost a bunch of friends because of everything that happened. I should never have. They connected just as well in bed as they had out of it and he’d made arrangements a few weeks later to come visit her half a continent from where he lived. That weekend had gone very well also but neither one of them was in a position to make the move necessary to be together long term. Travel cost also made the relationship difficult so they had to settle for various forms of communication.They both worked for the same company and Rob was able to get a week’s assignment at the office that. “Good night honey” she whispered almost affectionately as we both quickly drifted into sleep.The next morning, I started to wake up and focus my eyes through the sunlight that was now streaming in through the curtains. I was alone in bed. I hauled myself out of bed and grabbing my robe, snuck out of the room towards the guest room door. I heard muffled sounds coming from downstairs so as quietly as I could, made my way down the stairs and carefully headed towards the kitchen.Just before I. . ah-whah whatthefuck!"Izzy had just realized I had slipped into speaking to her without speaking aloud."Ah ... ah ... I'm sorry. This is going to take some getting used to. I must be a lot more tired than I thought. Please excuse me," she said apologetically, turning a bright pink at her outburst."That's okay, Izzy. Most everyone has trouble learning how to deal with it at first," Vickie said demurely."Izzy, we're thankful that you were able to get Michael out last night, and that you have.