For all the women that acted as her entourage, I cleared out the code that had been entered and updated them. My four, Mandy, Alexandria, Carrie and T...anya, had the same short code from binding with me and just like the others it couldn't be removed. I also pulled up Agent Joan Davis after she left. I removed the code written to her and added a bit to help her both report and testify how Vikkor had taken and manipulated the women. I didn't like it, but it was necessary to keep the program. Hanging up she went to get dressed. She wasn’t known to be a trend setter, but she had always been seen as having a sense of style. She took pride in having a versatile wardrobe that to others seemed bigger than it actually was because of her ability to mix and match and accessorise well. She enjoyed dressing up and lately it seemed It was only for work that she bothered to put on make-up anymore. She had just finished putting the final touches to the barely discernable make-up she favoured. Five more minutes and she'd be out of here. Lisa was a careerwoman in her late thirties. She had a husband, three boys, a large house andwas working her way up the corporate ladder. Blond, respectable body,enthusiastic, SUV - typical soccer mom. Her husband Markwas older, already working on his 40s, and a senior mid-level manager at asuccessful marketing firm. Greying black hair, perfect teeth, deeply religious.The perfect husband, the perfect family - the perfect life. And that's whereI came. I was balancing on the side of the bath, but relief washed over my face when I saw Allison was alone."He didn't know?"She shook her head."So what did he say?" I asked, standing up."Breakfast is in a half-hour" I'd better shower" I grinned. "I smell like your perfume"It was true, and she did her best not to look insulted."Then again" she moved forward, placing my hand on my chest,"There's plenty of room in my shower"This produced an even bigger smile from me."What, already looking for more?" I.