What about the other senses?You're in a room with a small desk and a home computer; there's a wall-sized shelf of books beside you. The air smells of ...slightly acrid floral perfume, and it's comfortably warm. For some reason you can't move your body.I can see and hear and smell and feel, but I can't move.So that part's working too. You're sharing my senses, but you can't control me. Actually, it's pretty-much entirely the other way around.This is obviously the mortal world, early twenty-first. Say fifty.OK?" Oh, my, she thought, this is so naughty of me. Was fifty toomuch? Too little? Should I tell him I'm only funning with him? Orshould I . . . ?"Forty." he said, flatly. Should I haggle, she thought? She decidednot to. She was on thin enough ice as it was. Should I? Dare I . . . ?"All right, but as I said, a quickie." He nodded, and turned to go upthe stairs. She followed him, feeling absolutely exhilarated. Thoughtsflew through her mind: I can't believe what I'm doing! Sex with. "Are you hungry?" Yes sir... Ike." she said."I'm going to throw a little something together for all of us. We'll be having a dinner party of sorts this afternoon. Dr. Wills and company will be joining us. That's what the phone call was about... letting me know they were coming."She followed me into the kitchen. While we were scrounging around in the pantry I showed her the gun locker and the weapons."Have you ever used a sniper rifle?" I asked her."Yes, on the rifle range during training. Never. .. the house now belongs to you two, and your bank.”Everyone chuckled at that. I gave them the keys. I finished things up by giving my usual speech, “You’ve really got a deal today, Mike and Debbie. I personally think, but cannot promise of course, that the market will bounce back sooner than anyone thinks. This is a perfect first home for a young couple like you. Congratulations to you, both.”Caroline smiled and, looking directly at Debbie, said, “The second bedroom will make a perfect baby’s.