..Dealing, then. Discussing matters, associating, with The Mistress'underling, the metal demon, the one called... 'Nat-Suko.'" He stressedthe first ...yllable and last two syllables equally.Alan sighed and rubbed his face. He nodded a little. "Okay, yes. I'vebeen talking to Natsuko."A rumble spread through the crowd. "About what?" Father Fitzpatrickasked."...Things. The Mistress kicked her out of Sky Tower, so she's stuckdown here now. I ran into her a couple times while I was out. Yeah, that would be smart. Walk into a meeting of arrogant women whocould do virtually anything they wanted to me, and start making demands. Icould wind up a frog or toad or worm worse. The idea terrified me. I justwanted to be left alone, so I could find work in the medical professionwhere I could help other people, and raise my child to be a happy, goodperson. And find a man I loved and settle down with him. Argh. Icouldn't control these thoughts and feelings. Finally, I fell to. The doorway to the room gaped open, the hallway beyond the portal fadinginto blackness. Standing in the doorway, was the unmistakably femininecurvature of a woman. The edges of her silhouette were outlined withalternating fringed and curving lines of lace lingerie. Moonlight kissedher exposed skin with bands of blue. Her left hand clutched the handleof a briefcase.She stepped soundlessly into the bedroom, tiptoed to the window; theshapely lines of her legs crossed and swayed, her silhouette. He got my suspicious mind spotting things that were out of place. And he got me thinking about what I would do in such-and-such scenario.After a day and a half of theory, discussion and practice, we went and did it in public. He took me down to Leicester Square, where he had me sit on a bench and observe. Then, making me look at him he would ask random questions about clothing, activities, threat level, exit routes and so on. We moved to different locations and repeated the process. I’m sure my.