It was easy enough to insure that the evening broke up a little earlier than usual, and that Mrs. Davidson stayed until everyone else had gone. In fac...t, I didn't even have to leave my room. I had discovered that I didn't actually have to be in the physical presence of the person I was trying to influence, so long as I knew they were there. I was systematically testing the range of my talent. I knew I could influence anyone in the house. Also, I had discovered that when I had the feeling of. They were both tall and lean with spiky brown hair that they insisted they styled differently but which seemed exactly the same to anyone else. They even dressed similarly although Sean wore a blue checked flannel shirt while Aidan’s was red. In fact, the only difference between them was that Sean's nose was crooked because Aidan had broken it when they were sparing during kickboxing. I remembered that they had discussed Sean breaking Aidan's nose so that they looked the same again. We were. Until I touched her cheek.I slowly let the hand find it's way down the front of her neck, the little area of exposed skin above her dress, then still down, to cup a breast through the material. A little squeeze and then a gentle rub, her mouth pressed harder to mine, and her lips opened, her tongue pushing it's way between my lips, to gently probe.My hands dropped to hold her side, I slid them down to her hips, and she pushed them against me. Her hands went behind her back, I heard the zip. The fact was that I never stopped loving her. In spite of what she did, the love didn't die: it just retreated in the face of the possibility of her hurting me again. That I couldn't take. That was enough to force the love into the background.Dad was sleeping when I looked in on him. I didn't like the color of his skin or the way he was breathing. I checked his supply of morphine and found he hadn't used any since yesterday. He had to be in pain and I suffered for him. When he woke, we would.