"Right, uh, sorry Gwen." She laughed, hands clasped in front of her and positively beaming at him. "No need to be sorry, Danny sweety. How about this:...your mother referred you to me because she was worried you were depressed. We've gone through all that and you don't think you're depressed so let me ask you: what's troubling you? Your mother and Chris both think you seem distant lately." Chris was Mom's girlfriend. Yes, girlfriend. After Dad left Mom started dating women exclusively. Pretty. I have been wanting to tell you for ages how much you rock my world; I can’t imagine life without you. I am a guy, and am not very good at expressing my real feeling. I take another sip of my wine, feeling it go to my head slightly. I realise that I had just finished my second glass. I empty the bottle into our glasses. We raise our glasses and clink them together. A waitress comes by and takes our empty plates and almost immediately it is replaced by our second course. The food smells. Those basenjis." "Yes. If he couldn't bark then there's no way he can communicate." "What about computers?" added Staz. "I use one all the time." "I think it's still a bit risky. If he ever managed to reveal his identity, that would be the end of it. The authorities would put us all away for ever." Jane fell silent. She felt that her friends were not being supportive enough. It wasn't the principle that they objected so much as the risk of discovery. "If I found a way of. He knew it too, he was playing her like a fiddle, gently taking her off into some nice sensual, romantic ?floating on a cloud? feeling then violently pushing her off and watching her trying to get to grips with the sudden freefall and the terror of the inevitable impact.Just as her head was starting to swim, he leant in close to her ear and whispered,?Is there a problem??Shocked, she tried to shake her head.?Oh God, no Master, anything but.?She had no idea what he was talking about. Why would.