Before long, Eric and I were laughing and joking like old friends. The time flew by. Paula must have gotten distracted with her unpacking, because she...hadn't joined us yet. Suddenly the jets in the hot tub stopped. "Every fifteen minutes or so, you need to restart the jets. You're not supposed to spend too long in this heat," Eric explained, rising to reach the controls. The jets roared to life again as Eric returned to his seat. His leg brushed against mine, probably accidentally. I surprised. Morris beg us to take her."Nita said, "I appreciate all of that. Roger, I think you should go ahead and have her evaluated by the psychiatrist. Whether she stays here or goes elsewhere it would best for whoever to know her background."Roger said, "good idea. I'll set up an appointment."Nita said, "probably after next week Gregg and I can discuss it further and decide what we want to do then I will contact you both and let you know our decision."The men went back to the pool area and Nita. Sharon's fingers teased gently at Fred's left ear as he sank into a post-coital slumber. RINNNNGGGGG Fred shook his head blearily, looking up at the ceiling and trying to figure out where the phone was and who was calling him. When he finally stumbled over to the living room desk and heard the automated voice wish him "Good Morning,' some of his brain began working again. Sharon was gone. If it weren't for the definite scent of sex in the air, Fred might have thought he had dreamt. "She looked at me for a second and then said, "One thing at a time. How are you dealing with all the killing? Are you okay?"I nodded my head, "Yeah, they had to die; there was just no other way to save you guys. Not without risking someone telling Henslith what happened. The last thing I want is that bitch knowing more about what I can do." I'm glad you realized that. But there was more wasn't there? A part of you enjoyed killing them, and I don't mean the part that's Jamie, I mean you enjoyed.