Looking up at her window, I saw movement, and seconds later, the window opened once more. She looked down at me, and hissed 'what do you want, who ar... you?''I was enjoying listening to that', I said, 'dont close the window?'.She stared at me for a second, the closed the window once more. My heart sank, I really had enjoyed listening. As I turned toward the road, I heard the door unlock, and there she stood, just in her nightdress. She turned, and walked softly up the stairs, looking back at me. Soon Nicole was sweating heavily and gasping for air. After what seemed like hours and hours, but was in fact only forty-five minutes, they came to a large clearing. Annabelle guided Nicole to a tree at the end of the clearing and then pulled back on both reins while shouting, “Whoa... whoa, girl... whoa.”Nicole stopped and stood panting. Annabelle came forward and said, “Time for some rest and relaxation.” She unclipped Nicole from the cart and placed a large bowl on the ground in front of. Little thing with a short range radio link to the phone itself. Maybe it was under her hair and you couldn't see it." Gruthsorik's face cycled from confused to understanding and back to defeat."Son of a bitch," he grumbled. "And for that I end up here. I hate technology. It was all so much easier when the most complicated things you humans knew how to make were wheels, swords, and the bow and arrow." You... say that from personal experience?" Claire asked in surprise."Am I really that old, you. "I know she isn't." Sylvia looked adoringly at Laura as if she wanted to believe her own instincts and me."Those things I told you about my job," Laura continued. "When I told you I traveled, that was true. I traveled to be with clients but not as an accountant. The clients were men I accompanied for a weekend or sometimes longer. I serviced them and they paid me well. I do the books for the brothel where I worked but I'm not an accountant."Silence followed Laura's speech. She watched Sylvia.