Spell?...was why the perp had burned someone alive! He read it more closely. Power could be yours... Power? He liked the sound of that.---37 days ago......Bilson slammed the door as he arrived home. "Fuck!" he yelled. That goddamned lesbo! he thought. Calling me a walking donut. And what the fuck happened to that woman who thought she was a cat? A real cat had come out of the holding cell and he had looked like an idiot!If only there was a way to get even with Dykeanna Shepherd... There was...he. "They advertise to the same Child Welfare people who transport them in, the town still needs male children as mostly girls are born here, very few boys." The look on her face told me that I needed to change the subject."Well you seem to be happy here anyway." I said; she nodded."Yes, it's strange that, ever since I'd arrived I've felt that I belonged here, as if the Mitchell's were supposed to find me and bring me here!" Her eyes were unreadable, but misty.Our lunch finished, and the trays. There were a lot more than I’d ever suspected, over two hundred in just a couple square feet. Then I started to calculate in my head how many that would be in the whole room and finally gave up.I wondered what Michelle might be doing. She left five days before the cruise so that either meant she was with Brett now, or it might be tomorrow. If she was with him now, it was a sure bet what she was doing right at that instant! Then I had a thought how I could connect with her a little bit. It. "One?" I asked when she released me."No. These are extras, just because I want to."She took one of the washcloths, soaped it up and began to rub it across my chest. She swiped it across my left shoulder, then stopped."Well?" she said. "You going to wash me?" Uh, yeah, sure," I answered, stammering. I reached for a second cloth, soaked it, soaped it and started with her shoulders. By this time, Andrea had managed to cover me with lather from my shoulder to my abdomen."The best thing about.