He'd decided what to do next and he needed to make sure that the girls weren't about to do anything that would change his plans.Bethany and the others... all arrived together about 15 minutes later. Freddie had put out some wine and beer. Bethany sank down gratefully into one of Freddie's pool side chairs and tossed her leather satchel to one side. The others were busily pulling on swimming costumes under carefully managed towels, encouraged by the prospect of the clear, cool, water in Freddie's. The lady of the house was an extremely attractive woman named Jennifer, probably in her early 30s. She had long red hair, ice green eyes, enormous tits, and one of the sexiest asses I had ever seen. To me she was a goddess. Every time I had a delivery for her, Jennifer would always greet me at the door with a huge smile, and a light touch on the shoulder. Just that touch alone was enough to tighten my pants, and make me light-headed. She was always friendly, and would usually stand on the porch. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To have more of your life enslaved to my everyday needs? Tell me 'yes', Paul, and I'll make it happen. You know I will." Ah..." I froze up. What was I getting myself into? Already I had given her my Mondays. The impact wasn't enormous, but I had begun noticed that it was eating into my free time. I did have a regular job, after all."Just say yes," Kathryn said. She placed a hand on my shoulder."I don't know ... I mean..." Say yes," she said, stroking my face. Parts of what must have been living creatures swirled in eddies, partially sheltered from the winds by the collapsed buildings.In the abstract, Pete realized that pieces of a hundred-millennium stretch of history became the mismatched jigsaw puzzle in front of him. The continuum of time itself had fragmented, leaving fractions of the past or future stitched into a now. Different ages, disconnected parts of different creatures, churned into a brand of lethal chaos.Sixteen girls were not thinking.