I think they were expecting me to just dump a jar of sauce over some browned ground beef. When I cut up vegetables, they were awed by my skill with a ...nife. And when I added herbs and spices to flavor the sauce, they enthused about how wonderful it smelled. Apparently my cooking impressed them, though I didn't think it was anything special. As I worked on the spaghetti, Bri chopped ingredients for the salad, stopping every minute or two to answer text messages on her phone. The other two girls. In the end, though, that problem had proved simplest of all to solve."Remember the phone tip you got when I was in jail?" I asked. He gave me an irritated look."Yes, I set it up," I said with a smile. "But it was Spook who made it, using my voice. Well, the voice you've been hearing from me; he's been altering it just enough to screw up your voice-prints, as I expect you found out. But it sure sounded like me, didn't it?"He nodded."Yeah, and the voice-prints match, too, Spook's good with. When he came she swallowed every drop.The time had flown by. It was almost eleven on the bedside clock and Lynn said she should be getting dressed and going.“I wish I could stay the night but if I did the static I would get from Cal would be unbearable. He would not let me forget it. I can hear him constantly asking me what I did. He does take care of Joanna but he can be a big pain in the ass.”Bill agreed with her and the both of them dressed. Bill drove her home and asked her if she wanted to. " She emphasized the word "pleasure" as she swung her womanly hips. As she got within range, she started to trace her fingers lightly up the inside of Psyche Girl's leg."You...were a sidekick?" Psyche Girl asked through gritted teeth. Whatever Fleshrender had done to her, it had left her body extremely sensitive to touch."Mm hm..." the curvy woman murmured as her fingers trailed lightly up Psyche Girl's upper thigh. The hero almost felt disappointed as those fingers abruptly swerved away from.