"Jamie took the tray and put it on the floor, then turned back around to speak."This is when you are your most beautiful. You don't have to do a thing... I love you no matter how much bed head you have or how little makeup you are wearing. You could wear a Hefty bag for a dress and Kleenex boxes on your feet and your beauty would still outshine that of the goddesses one would read about in poetry or Greek literature. You are more of a goddess than those old hags could ever hope to be."Lynn was. "You've spoken about your duty, Mr Pendrill," her eyes danced. "But what if your duty involves hurting a young woman? What would you do then? What if I asked you to rough up a woman? A stranger? A civilian straight off the street: a singer..."Howard rubbed his forehead and frowned, confused, for surely it wasn't a coincidence... Lucy was a singer... He drew back, shaking his head. "I'm sorry... I couldn't..." Mr Pendrill?" I couldn't..." Why not, Mr Pendrill? Why couldn't you obey my orders and. What a bitch I thought, just like her husband. As I was cleaning up she bearly said two words to me. All I was doing was thinking How I would like to fuck her in the face like I had been by her husband. When she did speak to me, it was more like speaking down to me with snide comments on the side. When we were finished she noticed I had full erection. "boy, being a little bitch really turns you on huh" At that point I couldn't handle it anymore. I walked right over to her and I kissed her hard.. The older woman did a half turn thinking the statement was directed at someone else. She looked into this young woman's face. With still no sign of recognition the older woman stared more intently at the younger and her own face slowly gave way from bewilderment to an unrestrained expression of joyful delight. Any still warm ember of hope in the young woman for her previous identity was totally crushed by the happiness plainly visible on her mothers face.It had been only nine months before that.