Or had it been more the Master's concept than mine?There were definite indications it could have been more his idea thanmine, but I might never know f...r sure. Just as oddly, I got no helpon it from the mystic forces, which made me think I wasn't supposed toknow the answer. However, Charli had unquestioningly become extremelyenthusiastic about and excessively over possessive of her relationshipwith the Master. She certainly couldn't wait to get him alone andinto bed the last time I'd seen her.. It was going to be my weekend.At ten to six the phone rang and it was Mike calling to tell me he would be working late and probably wouldn't be home before eleven. I was upset when I hung up the phone. Hell, upset was way too mild a word to use for the way I felt. I poured myself a martini and sat down at the kitchen table to drink it. About half way through the drink I said, "To hell with this" and I got up and went into the bedroom, went into the closet and got a sundress, slipped it on and. " I looked at the Green Lady, "What if there is something else on the planet, not under any control but itself?" I suggested.She shook her head. "We have received no reports of any such manifestations before. Why would something happen now?"I had wondered that myself. "There isn't any real reason why it would happen. I don't know why it picked on me, but as I think about it, there was something familiar about it." I began thinking again and then I saw the events unfold. It was as if I was a. This was not a work act, a 'clean him up' act. This was something else. Something exciting – something naughty.She moved closer to him and felt herself tremble. A slight scuffling could be heard as her shoes found a resting place beneath the bed. Her hands began to unbutton his cotton top. The top button first, of course. The one nearest his pale neck. She unbuttoned it and hesitated, before leaning forward to kiss the area of exposed skin. Did her lips detect a lingering remnant of body heat?.