I didn't resist. He did the same with my left, the told me to try and push them together. I tried but again couldn't."All right, Mack. The magnetic re...straints are working. Now, let's test the rest of the gear." I felt my face go pale, I understood now what he'd done. There were magnetic implants in my wrists and legs that could be used to restrain me without bothering to use ropes or straps. What did he mean by "the rest of the gear?"I learned quickly and didn't bother being surprised. They'd. And then sauntered away from them like a cad.Suddenly, I wasn't at all eager to make that confession."Well? she asked."Things happened," I started. "When I was doing interviews, some strange things happened."She arched an eyebrow. "I'm not the first." It was a statement. She really was an intelligent woman, who could read between the lines."Not exactly," I agreed."But they were all married," she pointed out. Then she looked startled. "Except I wasn't married. Were there more like me?" No," I. ‘You don’t want to change any of this one, either, do you?’ ‘No, not really, I’d probably make it a lot worse and it wouldn’t faze him. He’d just laugh and consider himself lucky to have me out of his life.’ Her tone of voice changed when she said, ‘You know, a month or two after the divorce was final he called and asked me for a loan.’ Howard walked over to the old rawhide covered couch and sat beside Gail. Like her, he was staring into the flames that were licking the bacon strips wrapped. I don't want you to think that what Chris and I shared was some sort of weird science fiction mind reading. Mostly, I think our ability to read each other's body language with unerring accuracy. We knew each other so well we were just never wrong.The only thing at all weird was that I was always aware of Chris. You hear stories about how some wives or twins know when the other is in trouble, but can't explain it. Well I can't explain it either.What happened a few minutes after I saw Chris leave.