As she was dressing we had discussed me. I told her some of my past experiences of being a mechanical designer, a technical writer, a quality controll...er for a construction company, and a computer technical. Then I told her that I was not employed at the moment and that I was looking around. Trish seemed quite interested in my background. I got a very nice hug and a kiss from her as she left. I watched her walk away through the window in my door until she was out of sight. She was quite a. "Well little...one, How are you feeling?" she asked."Your experiment failed, I can still think properly, I have kept my ownthoughts. You do not own me!Release me," he said his voice sounding strange, soft and low."Oh! " she replied the small smile again tugging at the corners of herlips."I think the whole experiment went rather well. Far more that I had evenhoped for," she said, reaching down and readjusting straps."No, no it didn't, I can still think!" he said. "I am still me."With a low laugh. The urge to call Anne was growing stronger, but I had to hold off a bit. I thought I would wait until the sun went down. The cover of night would make it easier for her to walk to my place, although I wondered what would happen if Jackson called home and got no answer. Finally, at 8pm, I couldn't take it any longer. I rang Anne and she answered on the first ring. "Hello, Rick," she said as she picked up. "I thought you'd never call. What do you want to do tonight?" "You know what I want, Anne.. . He swirls his glass, the rhythmic clinking of ice fuelling images of the seductive dance he intends to compose. His senses on overdrive, a smirk of satisfaction curls his lips as the assembly parts and whispers are fervently exchanged. She stands perfectly still, absorbing the adoration. He has found the object of his longing - Aphrodite, as it were. There is something above the natural affection she is accustomed to overriding her senses. Somebody is sending her a message, an unspoken.