Tonight, she decided, I'll take out my Super Rabbit and give him some exercise. She wondered if fresh batteries would be needed. She had been using it...a lot lately after kicking Roger out of her life, the simp, the queer.When she gave her name to the receptionist, the woman looked at her in an appraising manner, lifted an eyebrow and nodded toward the line of chairs. Three other young women were already waiting, she assumed for interviews. None of them looked as good as she did, she decided as. As usual, he paid the bill while I left the tip.Three weeks later I was relaxing at the house, having just finished my retirement paperwork. I'd taken care of such things as obtaining personal health insurance and tuning my investment portfolio to be a bit more conservative. I'd made sure to shift a half million into a form that I could liquidate on demand. I'd found a nice three-year-old steel hulled tug boat yacht by George Daicos. It was shorter than the fifty feet that I originally wanted. It was one of the coldest winters on record and everyone was coming down with at least a cold. Maria at the Alô Brasil restaurant gave her an analgesic and the next day Rebeca felt like new.However, a few days later, she experienced the same symptoms, only this time she remembered several bizarre sights from the previous night of men standing in the shadows around her. Their silhouettes were large, yet vague and uneven, and they seemed to be wearing clothes that one would not find in some. "Right. Of course. Just... I have to get to class." She turned, quickly, wiping at her eyes and ran off. When Hope appeared ten minutes later, Shawna had already left."Right. Are we all up and running?" Aiden asked, settling into the middle seat of the couch, controller at the ready. Marcus dropped into his own seat opposite, and Tony settled down at one end of the table. The three screens sat pointing out from the middle of the table where a small cluster of drinks bottles and beer-cans sat.