“Chelsea, you look enchanting; just like your mother did. I feel guilty though, like I manipulated you into putting on her nightgown. I hope you d...on’t mind that I changed into my pajamas.”“You didn’t manipulate me. I wanted to do it. I had to do it. I want to feel like she felt when you two made love together. I want to do the things you two did.”“Chelsea, are you sure about this? Like I told you, we were a little kinky. Your mother and I had a bit of a fetish that when we were. But one afternoon I told her that her throwing me out so she could screw boyfriend #16 really pissed me off, and she surprised me by telling me that she didn't care whether or not I stayed. So from then on, whenever she came back to the room with a guy, I just stayed on my bed reading.Some of the guys were freaked out about having me in the room, but they soon learned that since Leslie didn't care, if they didn't go along with it they wouldn't get into her pants. Over the first week I watched. ”“I don’t know whether I can,” Carol said. “I think he’s moved on.”“Don’t give up!” Kathy was almost shouting. “You don’t know where he’s at. Find out!”“No,” said Carol, “I can’t. He’s come back and hasn’t been in touch, and we’ve just seen why. He’s moved on.” Tears began tracking down her face.“But he must only have been back this one week!” Kathy was insistent. “If she’s a colleague, perhaps there’s still something big going on at work. Go and see him, please!”Carol shook her head. Her face. They attended formal social occasions of every variety and every size with persons of note in every field, and often visited schools, Healers’ hospices, and public works sites.When off duty, Mark and Talia enjoyed life to the fullest; attending the arts, participating in sports and games, and playing the tourist, and routinely hid their identities when off-duty in public. Often they selected a beautiful and isolated place to simply relax and enjoy each other’s company, and let their love.