And to make me his very first zombie.I guess I was lucky he didn't succeed, although I didn't feel lucky atthe time, because what happened was almost ...s bad.Just before he finished zombifying me, I came into my power.Power that almost drove me crazy.Which is pretty much the reaction you should get when you discover youcan call on the dead to help you.James saved me that day, helped me gain control of myself and my newfound power.Which gives me another reason to come back to New Orleans and. “This polite tongue runs in the family it seems.” She mumbled as she stormed to the door.There went her winning ace.She walked back to her office, unable to shake the defeated feeling, like she had her tail between her legs. Agatha was going to promote her sooner or later, as soon as she’d finish with her spiteful vendetta.She reached her office and threw herself in her chair with an exhausted sigh. She felt a painful pinch of self-blame and regret, as she thought about how different the. Did he just use her for a moment of pleasure? So many thoughts went through her mind. She knew however what she was going to do. She was going to go on with life. She would take whatever time she could get with him as long as she could handle it, and when it got to be to much for her, she knew she was woman enough to tell him, it was over, she didn’t even want to be his friend. She just didn’t know if she could actually do it. She thought of that day at the cabin often. She thought of him. Any sort of dispute, for that matter!" Dead right!" she replied. "I don't like people messing with me. Now, 'ave you sorted out you an' me 'avin' sex?" Yes, Sharon! I have. You're on." Great! Right then, Mr H, I'll get on with the cleaning. You go and do your thing and I'll let you know when I'm finished." OK, Sharon!"Richard was appalled. It was like Sharon was looking on things as part of her job, an extension of her cleaning: a duty that possibly she owed to Rachel. He had to do something.