They'd moved her. She was still alive, but she was gone from the hospital and probably the area."Has she regained consciousness?" I asked immediately.... I didn't think so, since Susan, the real Susan, was still with me, but I wanted to be sure."Larry, I really can't tell you anything more than I just have," he said, stone-faced.I glared right back. "You're asking for my cooperation," I said. "If you want it, jump down off that Goddamn high horse and give a little back."He made a face. He clearly. It was, indeed, the form of a Princess even though this woman was now the lowest slave. Venetia held Xena in that pose for a good minute, knowing her Courtiers were revelling in the sight before them. Then she spoke. “Kneel, slave,” she said. A shuddering convulsion went through Xena. Her mouth twisted, a tic began to be visible in one cheek. All evidence of the incredible strain she was under. Then she knelt before Venetia’s throne, placing her hands on top of her head. Her taut melon-shaped. Ron nodded, feeling out of place. Mrs. Campbell stood up and let out a deep breath. As she turned to the sink Ron noticed more beads of sweat on her back, and where her top was slightly clammy. He knew she was excited about something."Shall we curl up in the living room?" She asked, passing him a glass of water."Will Dave be home soon, Mrs. Campbell?" No." She smiled, purposefully showing her white teeth and moist lips. Continuing into the living room, Ron followed Mrs. Campbell closely.. Drop a pencil, and take your time picking it up, in fact, ‘accidentally’ kick it under the next bench. Or...” he trailed off, giving her a significant look.“Or?” she asked softly, trying to imagine the spectacle she would make crawling on the floor with no panties on, and her shirt barely buttoned. She could feel her nipples crinkle just at the thought of it, and if they had not already been poking out constantly, she knew they would be now.“Or you could.undo another button. Oh, and you do know.