‘I’ve been a pirate over fifteen years, Pixie. I’ll believe almost anything,’ ‘What year is it?’ ‘Seventeen sixty five,’ Kali let out ...a slew of profanity, cursing whatever force had sent her here. The Captain was laughing at her display and she didn’t care. This sucked! So what if he was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen? Who cares if he’d made her wet with a touch? She was almost three hundred years in the past, at a time when it didn’t matter who you were, where women were treated like. "Mr. House, I'm feeling right generous right now, so I'm going to let you choose how you die. You got two choices. One of them is that I hang you up by your balls, again, and leave you to starve to death. That way, you'll live a few more days. The other choice is for me to shoot you in the gut and leave you here. That way, you'll live a few more hours before you bleed to death. So, what will it be? It's your choice. If you leave it up to me, I will just leave you hanging."He turned absolutely. It was twice the size of mine, and she had gadgets to kill for. One of those big televisions you can hang on the wall hooked up to a home theatre system and an amazing computer—all wireless. But the room still felt cozy, and lived-in. The queen-sized bed was covered with stuffed animals."Perfect for what?" she repeated, as she closed and locked the door. She was wearing a white cashmere sweater and a short skirt—wool plaid, in muted tones. She unhooked the skirt and let it drop. The sweater. "I'm going insane, haven't you talked to the fucking shrinks?" Jeannette asked just as hotly."What's wrong?" Ken asked."I have a temporary life. I can't make any friends, because one of these days I'm going to up and disappear with no warning, which is how this whole thing started. Then I'll be in Detroit for all I know as somebody else. I can't go out on dates, because what if they see me. Oh and if I start to like the guy, then that's worse. I disappear and what do you know, I get a broken.