The final years of her life were marked only by a steady deterioration in her health, where she'd been kept alive only thanks to health insurance poli...ies she'd bought in a rather more affluent age. Her mental acuity had faded and it distressed Odile when the old lady even forgot who her granddaughter was and indeed almost everything that had happened more than five minutes earlier. The ever-present smell of urine was also rather offputting.Who'd want to be alive these days anyway, whatever age. She had been the one to get what little money they could scrounge, and it was her, out of sheer desperation who had asked her uncle to take them in knowing full well what he expected her to do for him in return. Yeah over time, she concluded she had lost a lot of feelings and respect for Rory, and that was why she was so indifferent.She took a sideways glance at Art, from profile, he resembled her father even more than before, and that was very unsettling. Memory of her father was the one thing. I knew exactly what it meant. I undressed and stepped into the shower, feeling the nice, hot water cascading down over my long, auburn hair, alabaster face, swollen and needy breasts, taut stomach and long, smooth, shaven legs. Naturally, some of it sluiced down and around my vagina, already throbbing in anticipation of what would soon be done to me. I stepped out of the shower and wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror, inspecting my glistening wet naked body. Toweling off, I put on my. She experimented in the back of the cab regarding her ability to call up her lion's paw. No problem there. She looked at the Hindu driver to notice he was watching her. Erin had her hand hidden from his view and had it back as a hand once more. She pulled the leather glove back on and tried to settle back for the ride. She decided that tonight was the night to see if she could project herself into the future. Maybe twenty to thirty years just to see if the Council developed the means of finding.