“What?”, she whispered back. She gave a little shudder and sigh before she responded. Desi sex “I don’t care. But it also meant that on its own it wouldn’t cover much. With Mom’s reluctant approval, Tiff made a detailed inspection of her shopping bags, literally the only things any of us had brought onto the lifeboat other than the clothes some of us were wearing. We showered and laundered our meager stash of clothes every day, both to break up the routine and to minimize the odors in the confined space. We would end up sleeping that way for the next few nights, the crying gradually subsiding but the need for touch and comfort persisting. Maybe it was the shock, maybe it was because she was my sister. Still in shock, I just stood there watching their distorted silhouettes through the plastic until they finished.
