I could hear what sounded like whispering from the bathroom. The lights were all off and even we spirits have problems with seeing in the dark. I knew...my kinky husband liked to fumble about in the dark and act like a stranger but it didn't seem like this was one of those scenarios.Both Mary, my younger sister, and Rose, her sexy daughter born out of wedlock, had departed much earlier and I wondered who that scoundrel Harry could be whispering to in the middle of the night.The bathroom door. Did you do something with your hair?” I asked her. She smiled as she ran her fingers through her hair, “No honey, why?” “You just look very pretty this morning mom. I thought you tried a new shampoo or something.” I beamed back with a huge smile. “No honey, just plain old mom.” She laughed. “I don’t know mom, something looks different. I like it though, you look very sexy.” I said to her. She blushed as she replied, “Oh stop it, you’re embarrassing me.” “Ah come on mom, you know you. ? A whisper.?Okay.? The Chameleonwatched from outside the cell as Susan Cumber knelt on all fours and ate theswill from a steel bowl on the floor. The main ingredients of the mush werebreakfast oats and tinned milk. However, the mix had been laced with a stronglaxative. The meal wouldn?t stay in her for long. She would soon be hungrierthan ever.After thewoman had finished eating, two masked mercenaries returned to manacle her backinto the stretched, standing position in her cell,only this time. D slipped along in our wake using our distractions to get along. The two of us distractions grabbed the cake and I pelted back to the end zone passing D. As I passed I threw the cake to her but then established an illusion of it in my hands and dodged back as if the throw had been a feint.I raced along dodging defenders as best I could back towards the end zone. They focused completely on me not noticing D making her way up the side of the cube with the cake held against her leg to make it less.