Hank lifted her chin with his ginger and brushed the tears away. This beautiful creature, so brave to come here and bare her soul, to open herself to him in this way, offer herself up once more after everything they'd been through. So much ran through his mind. He had moved on, to a degree. There were others now. Not just someone else, but...others. Where was Sybil's place? Was it gone forever? He didn't want it to be, but he hadn't a clue as to how to make this work. Looking down, he realized he'd picked up the large paddle without even thinking about it, an instinct from sessions past. He could think about the others later. At the moment, all he could think of was paddling that firm white ass that he had thought he would never see again. Hank smiled as he rubbed her milky white with the paddle. "You remember how to count, don't you Sybil?"