"Yes Ma'am," I answered, saying what they wanted to hear and knowing that partof me did enjoy it."What do you call this?" she said, fingers probing, m...y juices glistening on thewhite latex."Pussy, Ma'am," I stuttered, breathing deeply as her fingers probed knowingly.Suddenly she slapped me, slapped my face hard and I increased the dominant tone in his voice,” Cunt, it's a cunt. Say it!" My cunt, Ma'am," I cried, "it's my cunt!" I'm glad we understand each other. Now tell the camera what your. She reached down and ran her fingers down my forearm. “Can you feel that?”I shook my head.“That’s OK,” she said quickly. “We gave you a regional anesthetic along with the general anesthesia. It was ... well, it was to help deaden the feelings in your arm. But the fact that you feel pain is very good.”She took my fingers in her hands and looked at me. I shook my head again. She tightened her grip slightly.“I feel that,” I said. “Sort of.”“Let’s try this,” she said. “Your hands are warm to the. I must have hit a nerve. I said, “That was rude of me. I was trying to be funny. I was willing to settle for lame, but I didn't mean to be insulting.”“No, no, it's okay. You're right. I do work all the time. Tim keeps telling me I'll be the most successful person in the morgue some day. I've always been like that. It's how I tackled school, even as a little girl. It's the way I managed to make dean's list every semester in college while working full-time and playing Susie Homemaker for. I told you that. Besides, who could you possibly represent that would require you to know any of this? The only person I can think of immediately would be someone involved.” I released my seatbelt, ready to get out of the car if necessary.If what Augur told me was right, both cases were linked, which meant whoever was involved in this case was also involved in the Lockdown. It hadn’t occurred to me before, but I didn’t know whether Linda Morgan was a Magus or not. As much as I had admired her.