“I guess. It would just seem ... odd,” I said.“But having sex with us isn’t ... odd.” Her voice was level, but I could hear heat in it.I was...trying to make her feel better, but it was making me feel worse somehow. And I definitely smelled danger in this conversation.I fell back on another answer I’d thought of. It was one that I was afraid would get me in trouble, but it was all I had left.“I’ve always thought you were cute, and if I’d have taken you out I’d have tried to get in your panties,. At six footcutting weight to get under 140 lbs. was normally hard for me so onlyhaving to cut three pounds over the next two days was great news. I'dbeen expecting to have to cut five or six.By now the shower was warm so I climbed in and started cleaning up. AsI did I thought about last night. I must have imagined the wholething, a woman dying in an alley, my forehead burning yet no mark orscar, and then that weird feeling of not being in control of my body.I mean once I got to my street. ‘You know I hate that stuffy old room, smelling of camphor and old lavender bags. Besides she will serve up an old dried-out seedcake and her weak-as-water china tea and talk religion. I should be bored rigid.’ Mrs Bissell spoke up. ‘Emily that is enough out of you. You are growing too pert by half. But really Mabel, I cannot allow you to go alone, and, as Emily declines to go with you…’ ‘But mother, really I should go. The poor old dear loves my visits, and I haven’t really thanked her for. She desperately wanted to go to college and become a successful woman, but she couldn't afford it. Well, thankfully, her older brother was a computer whiz. He showed her how she could hack the system and get herself a scholarship. So she enrolled at the university, agreeing to pay, and formulating her plan. She was so immensely nervous; hell, she had never even lied before, let alone stole money! But it was all she could do.A week or so went by and it looked as though Heather had gotten away.