I feel myself begin to drift. I’m not quite awake, but nor am I fast asleep. If I could muster the energy, perhaps I could focus on nature or poetry...or the housing problem; instead, only the recent past, only last night (assuming it is actually morning) has the power to flow aimlessly through my mind.I’m in another room. Loud music assails my ears. The music makes it hard to hear the voices. All is dark, but I am far from alone.I am bent forward, resting my hands on some kind of ledge. My skirt. Decker is already inside.”She was a Saresii and everyone always assumed she was a telepath, and ninety percent of all Saresii were indeed so gifted, she was not. Her Psi talents were called Telekinesis, revered on Sares but quite useless for a Policewoman. Everyone knowing her was aware of that, the Thauran Warden sitting across the Old Detective however did not know that and only saw a Saresii enter the room. He immediately put his hands in a completely useless gesture against his temples and. He wouldn't let this one die until he'd gotten to play with all of them.Maya hesitated for only a moment, and then the words started rushing out, everything she could think of. For the next two hours she gave him the keys to her life and everything he'd need to ruin it. Her faint hope died within her. She knew she couldn't go to the DA now. She couldn't go to anyone.John untied her while she talked. Her confessions were occasionally interrupted by short breaks to pull another vibrator out. .#The words cut through the dead air like a gunshot, cold and hard andechoing against the insides of my skull. My own voice. It was a sound Iwas used to, that cold little voice in the back of my mind telling mewhat I should be doing and why I was the lowest creature on the face ofthe universe. After all, animals don't know they're doing wrong, but Ido and yet still I do it.#How dare you even think that you're worthy to even talk to her?#The voice still echoed as I forced it down. It sat there,.