Not a spark of scandal had ever been associated with Emma’s name. She had been very careful. In fact, some men had speculated whether or not she was...a lesbian. But this was probably because she had often rejected amorous advances from them and it was just their way of retaining some masculine pride. But she was not a lesbian. She was very fond of men, or more accurately, that central essential part of them. But she did not believe in mixing sex with business. Not any longer. It just wasn’t. I am pleased to announce that Mr. Anderson is not, I repeat, is not dead! It was critical to the ongoing investigation into the abduction of Claudia Davenport and Erin St. Clair, that the kidnappers had to believe that Mr. Anderson had been killed.”“We feared that a second attempt would be made on his life if the kidnappers knew he was still alive, and if conscious, may be able to identify them.”“I would like to take this opportunity to thank Lieutenant Matthews and the Tactical Response Teams. I miss Her, to be quite frank. I yearn for Her gentle and persuasive power that would often flow through me, sometimes a soft and thick glow of clover honey, and other times a river of fire that burned me at all hours. I miss the nights I could not sleep for the words that made me tremble, that weakened me for all their strength. Her most tender whispers that stirred me from dreams, filled me with ideas, lifted me and gave me a presence among poets. Honestly, the best part of me is in that. This was the point the phone rang! It was unexpected and annoying but Fred took the call just the same in case it was some sort an emergency, a****ls out or some-such. It was his oldest daughter Frieda, she was coming over the very next day with her girls, for the day, she was overjoyed that Pam and Jim were there and insisted on talking to Pam. The phone was passed over, “Freda breeds miniature ponies” he whispered. Fred then taking the opportunity to finger Pam as she stood phone in hand,.