}{Shit! I wonder what would have happened if you hadn't been able to bring her back. It would have been hell to have had to share your brain with some...ne who was insane.}{Oh, I thought of that. I had a lot of incentive to bring her back to reality. Even then, I'm not sure if I'd have succeeded if Missy and Cindi hadn't helped.}{Well, I'm glad you did. Can you imagine what it would have been like to have something like this happen and end up sharing the brain of a stranger?}{I'd think they'd. However, before I left, I explained who I was and why I was doing this. One of the bastards started crying, so I kicked him in the balls as hard as I could for good measure!I rode the rest of the way to the next camp site and checked it for adequate water, which there was. I made sure that there was no danger lurking around and hurried back to the wagon train. I had been gone a long time, and I didn't want them to start worrying about me and maybe doing something foolish. That evening, I called. She hadn't been prepared to see him yet, and had certainly not been prepared to have him suddenly appear outside the Warlock like a hallucination brought on after too many hours flying.She was still feeling nervy, too. Her fingers fumbled at the wrappings on the blankets, and she'd dropped her tools several times after John Bren had faded back into the shadows. Every few minutes — or less — she stopped to peer over the side of the Warlock's canopy to make sure he wasn't standing there. She'd chosen an eye-popping black evening gown with a neckline open to her navel. Other bar patrons stole furtive glances at us as we joined her at the table. We ordered drinks and made small talk, which allowed the ladies to get better acquainted. As poly people do, we went through the usual ritual of self-disclosure. “Lilly, I'm so glad we finally get a chance to meet, and um, get acquainted.” “Me too, Olivia. Franks told me so much about you. I've been dying to meet you.” “Frank? I thought –.