" Some of the girls in the audience were laughing. Suddenly, one woman stood up. "It's not just the urine fetish," she said, looking disgustedly at me.... She was middle-aged and conservatively dressed, her hair pulled up to a nice updo. She was wearing some cat-eye glasses that reflected in the dark room and gave her a grandmotherly look, even though she couldn't be much older than myself. "It's that you don't know how to write properly," she began her tirade. "You should use more descriptive. "OK," Mom said. "But don't say I didn't warn you. Roger, let's see ifyou can do it."Roger grasped the back of my neck in his hand and held me tight.Instantly I felt overpowered. A few steps away from the ticket guy hebent down and whispered in my ear, "I am imprinted on you. That meansthat I own you. You are mine. And I command you to charm that guy intoagreeing to let you into the museum. And to let us all in for free."I didn't feel bad about tricking the guy into letting me in, since Iknew. Once I had the Colonel's approval and Spence had accepted the move Spear didn't have any say in the matter. But he was the one that gave me the most trouble. "Why should I move?" he asked.We both knew what he meant by that question. He was asking why he should move to a room where he would be demanded to share responsibility. I could have told him it was because I was ordering the move or because the Colonel had approved it. But I didn't; I told him the truth. Well, I told him the truth the way. She went to my apartment and got some clothes for me to wear home.And while I was much stronger from all the therapy and could dress myself, Sharon insisted on helping me with everything."Really, Sharon, I think I can dress myself." Tears started forming in her eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked."When I went to get your apartment to get your clothes, there were also a lot of your bride's clothes. It's so sad, Carlos. She was killed on your, and her, wedding day. I'm so sorry. And now you're about to.