I see her lying in her bed crying, wearing only a bra and panties. I walk in, closing the door behind me. I sit on her loveseat beside her bed. She si...ts up. I notice bruises on her wrist that weren't there at breakfast. "You okay, Ames?" I ask. "I guess so," she replies, nodding. "You wanna talk about it?" I ask. "Sure, I guess, if you do," she whispers. I get up, and sit beside her on the bed. I see her shudder, and realize my mistake. "I'm sorry," I say. "I didn't mean to..." My voice trails. She stood up and offered me her hand. I stood up to join her. We turned to look at Bernhardt. He looked quizzical and wore the bishop's mitre - a delicate, intricate white hat meant to signify a fishes mouth. The man whom I assumed was Bertie was hopping away, trying to get his second foot into his pants, white backside pointed towards us, flaccid manhood still dripping. I looked around us and spotted a well dressed elderly gentleman with a dog collar and a notepad and pencil. But before. If he’s their best, then their art isn’t as nuanced as Zita’s.”“Only because mine’s limited to my aids,” she objected. “Without them, I couldn’t do squat.”“Don’t underestimate yourself. That’s the Tandorian’s major flaw. They’re so rigid in their thinking, that no one dares try anything new. We assumed our abilities would dissolve once the One was shut down. Instead, they have only grown. I suspect he activated our natural abilities, which our aids continue to promote. We’re now adapting to. She got into bed, rolled over to put her back to me and said:"Turn out the light."Her attitude pushed a button and I said, "Turn it out yourself" and I got out of bed, took my pillow and went to the guest bedroom. In the morning I got up, showered, dressed and headed out of the house without a word to Betsy. I usually made coffee, read the morning paper and discussed what the day was going to be like with Betsy, but not that day. I stopped at the Village Inn for breakfast and then went into the.