As an added bonus, Bill Tyson would be compromised as well. Not a bad plan, Thomas thought, getting rid of both that stuck-up bitch and ruining Bill T...son. Bill Tyson, who had been screwing his wife before she was injured in the car crash that left her a vegetable. Bill Tyson, who she was on her way to meet when it happened. Bill Tyson, who hadn’t the decency to even send flowers to the hospital. Thomas was not usually a vindictive person but in this case both revenge and greed had played its. That is what she said. Now I have to practice with the names that Neena gives me. Neena, Lev, Anatoly, Sveta, Alana and so on.Who are they all? Neena is all too real and I think Lev was the man who brought me in from the garden but the others ... real or invented? I suppose time will tell.She is giving me a library of phrases to use, but what mundane phrases! Language courses usually tell you how to order coffee and get a taxi and go to the cinema - things like that but I am being taught all. I see his eyes follow the line of my hem and I knowhe's wondering how much of me is exposed from behind. He's wondering what Iwould feel like lying underneath him in bed and moaning his name.The woman on the passenger side is giving me a dirty look. She knows what I'mdoing. After I give them directions, the man asks if they can give me a lift.I tell them no thanks; I'm just on my way home from work. He asks where Iwork and on a whim I give him the name of a nude bar on the highway. I tellhim. Renoir. Degas. Manet. Cézanne. And, of course, Monet. I sat down beside her, leaning back against the cushion, full of content.“I like your work better,” she murmured, blushing softly.I snorted. “You’re biased. But thank you.”Beaming, she leaned back with me, her head resting lightly against my shoulder.“Take me out to the spring today.”“Maybe.”“Take me or I’ll go by myself.”“You’ll get lost. Fine then. You’re in charge of lunch.”“Okay.”An hour later we were on the road, Summer with her tablet,.