"It's time to split up," he said. His words would have been inaudible if not for the nifty little device implanted in my ear. I had a microphone impla...ted in my upper lip that would provide the same service to him. Later, I'd definitely have to ask him where he got the little tech pieces."I go down, you go up?" I asked as I scanned the area and people we were passing through, my words just as soft as his."Yes, my Pretty, go on. Your Master has other things to attend to." His voice was so. "Were there any problems with the package?" None at all, the owner said she hoped you would enjoy." Wendy said."Excellent put them in the room next door, unopened please. I'll be in to look at them in a second."Wendy nodded, smiled, and did what she was told. She walked into the bedroom adjacent to her employer's office and set the packages on the bed. And waited. She had a feeling she knew what her boss wanted.She smiled a moment as she looked at the bed remembering what She and Mrs. Demarre. Hundreds of memories of his father flashed through his mind. Memories of when his father had taught him how to ride a bike, swim and fish were just a few, and in the end, Charlie forgave him." I have to go now," was all he said, before leaving. He couldn't tell his father that he just couldn't stand to see him like that anymore--a broken man--in prison.Two days later he learned that his father hanged himself during the night, and he knew that his father was only waiting for Charlie to forgive. "We're BOTH your birthday present." She looked at Micky. "Didn't we TELL him that?" She looked back at me like I was crazy."I knew that!" I blurted. I put my head back down on the table. "No I didn't." My voice was muffled."That's why I want him," said Micky. "He's just such a normal, every day man, but when he's honest like that he's so cute I just want to eat him up."Well, the short story is that I found myself being herded into the bedroom.But you don't want the short story, of course. The.