“Well, well,” smirked my creation of paranoia, “that's lovely. You lost your rag on the bench, and now Master Cooper is carefully holding you by the shoulders so that you do not drown with the dead mother.

I raised my head and found myself face to face with Devlin, judging by the fact that we were up to our necks in water, his “rag” was also left somewhere else.

- Fine? he asked.

I nodded and smiled.

- Good...

Probably, under other circumstances, such closeness of a naked man would be at least exciting, but not now. Now I couldn't feel anything anymore.

- This is incomparable, - I admitted,...