"This is wrong." Now, Jessica, you will go farther in this company if you learn how to play the game. You are an extremely beautiful woman and you hav... to use that to your advantage." Mr. Krandal moved next to Jessica onto the leather couch. He moved closer to her, his face only inches from hers.Jessica tried to sink farther into the couch as he moved closer, his breath smelling of alcohol, probably too many drinks at lunch. He had been forward in the past, occasionally letting his hands move. I could have written God, Jesus, Mother Mary or some pious saint. But, there is a problem as far as I see it. I cannot find anything written in the scriptures suggesting that any of ‘Them’ had enjoyed a passionate sexual relationship. I could digress deeply here, and it takes all my focus to stay on track. Maybe I am incorrect to place God in this group, because certain scriptures were created by the pens of a select group of men under the scrutiny of one king who must have wanted to ban. And maybe the girls too, I think you’re all going to have to make rather different sorts of plans, but not quite just yet. I need to get back into my tree ... I don’t have the strength for this sort of thing yet, but I’ll talk to you again tomorrow morning. Just go watch my tree grow and think happy thoughts. Remember, I love you both!”Linda’s semi-material projection faded a little and drifted across the grass back towards the Old Mother’s now dead tree husk and disappeared into a small young. I picked Cathy up; she had her camera bag as well as a backpack with drinks, food and a towel.Once we were on the tinny, it was only a few minutes from the marina to what they called the Eastern Wharf at Scotland Island. I tied the boat up to one of the piles of the wharf; we shouldered our bags and hiked up to the park at the top of the island. We didn’t see anyone out and about as we walked up the hill.“Have you ever thought about what it might be like to live on the Island?” Cathy.