”“Does that mean that you won’t dominate me anymore? Please don’t say ‘yes.’”June thought for a moment before replying. “Are you sure ...hat you want me to dominate you, Maddy?”“Yes, I’m sure. Maybe not at your regular weekly visit, but whenever we can get together alone. I want to please you so much.”“You do know that you can please me without me telling you what to do, don’t you?” June said.“Yes, but I want you to make me do all the dirty things that I wouldn’t normally do on my own,” Maddy. It would look into the various realities and watch the pattern by which they unfolded… and like watching sitcoms over and over the force got bored of the formulaic courses that the realities unfolded in. Natural Order was so predictable, a million realities to investigate and they kept following the same patterns in a neat and organized manner.The Chaotic force recalled past diversions it had created, turning the marked days of the turning of the orderly calendars into opportunities for madness. I was watching his right hand, which was waving around what looked to be an M-9, or more likely, the civilian version, the Beretta 92. He didn’t have a finger on the trigger, but you don’t wave weapons around like that.“Mike, you know I’m here to help you, right? You know I’ll always be honest with you, right?” I asked.“Yeah, sure, Grim, I know you.”“Mikey, I have to tell you, when they sent me up here, they wired me with a mike. They can hear us talking.”“You’re wired?”“Mike, they wouldn’t let. " He kissed her on both cheeks and held her at arms length looking her up and down. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, pink with arousal. There was a glint in his eye that Martha had enjoyed from other men, and some insolent servants. "My God you have grown into a beauty. You would be the belle of the ball if it wasn't Caroline's day." The pleased Martha turned her brother back towards the house, away from Beatrice and her vigorous adultery. She hugged his arm so that it put pressure on.