"Then what are you? Just my own memories?" Not quite," said the vision. "They help give me some substance in your mind, but the rest is more like an e...ho." An echo? I don't--" You don't understand, I know. I don't have time to explain it all. The best I can come up with is this: when someone dies, sometimes their spirit is so strong that they can leave behind a sort of resonance. The energy lines under Haven make it possible for it to persist, even travel along them. Find someone that knows. She started smacking my things, hard. It was not a little tap, but smacks to make me scream in pain! She kept hitting my dick until it started going flaccid.Then she started kissing me again and caressing my semi-erect dick. I was enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure but I had no idea how much longer I would be able to take it. With all the kissing and caressing, I got hard again.She started smacking my legs and my dick again and again with the paddle. This went on for a long time. Every time. When he arrived home about two hours late I was so relieved, I cried ?Oh Jay, you?re alright, I was so worried, you were so late.??Sorry sweetie, I got hung up at the office.??I wish you had called, I made dinner and it?s cold now but I can heat it up for us.??OK hon, heat it up, I?ll take a quick shower and be right down.?That was odd, we always took showers together. Oh well, lets see if this food is recoverable. When Jay returned after his shower, I had the meal ready and on the table along. Something was wrong with the way he wanted me to sign the papers so fast. The more I read, the more I felt that the team may have had some liability to me being given drugs, and they were trying to get me to sign statements that I accepted all responsibility for having ingested them. That wouldn't work because I would be saying that I had willingly and knowingly taken drugs before a game.The girls were about to say something when I took the papers from them and told the man, "I'll hang on to.