`` you really , really do n't want me to answer that . '' his fingers glided from the outside to the inside of my thigh and he pulled it toward his until it was resting there and he muttered , `` baby . '' ( he really needed to get used to that ! ) she 's got her whole life ahead of her . my father , assumed : are you crying again ? i mean why would he do that ? and why did you move him ? '' but anything connected to andrews is no longer here . 