I stood off to the side while Mom sat nearby, watching the "massage" with mild concern. Maya's hands were still moving over Rachel's hips and thighs when she suddenly froze. Her movements stopped completely. Her eyes locked onto the inner side of Rachel's leg.
A thin, unmistakable white streak of liquid was slowly trailing down from beneath the hem of Rachel's clothes, sliding along the smooth skin of her thigh in a clear, sticky line.
Maya's hand moved almost on its own. She wiped the streak with her fingertip, brought it closer, and sniffed. The moment the scent registered, her entire body went rigid. Her eyes widened, then slowly turned red at the rims as the realization hit her.
Through my Mind-reading ability, her thoughts crashed in, raw and disbelieving.
[Is that… Dexter's semen…? Have they already…? Then… I…]
Maya stood up so abruptly that Rachel flinched. She didn't look at me. She didn't look at Victoria. Her voice came out tight and uneven as she spoke only to Rachel.
