Spread your legs, wide. Right. Play with yourself some. Try to get a little feeling back.”My labia lips were as cold and unfeeling as chewed gum. I ...neaded myself, trying to warm them up.Mike made a call. “Hey, man. Yeah—yeah, mine’s done. I finished the install about an hour ago, just been testing the trigger. I’m convinced. I mean, she could have play acted some things, but there’s no way she’s faking it. Yeah. No. I made her smash our wedding rings. With a hammer. Yeah. Yeah. No way she’d do. “So, I am an object of amusement,” I said, not bothering to hold my voice down any longer.He grabbed my arm. “Please, just go along with this. I’ve gained his confidence and you know who, will like that.”Scratch shook his head, but wisely didn’t speak his mind. Neither did I, letting my annoyance with Vee subside for the sake of good relations with the Princess; I’d fulfilled my part of the mission, but he deserved a chance to reach his goals.Pretending to be happy again, he put on his best. ‘None of the people here know who we are, or who that girl was, other than the fact that she was drinking and arguing with us before she fled.’ He helped pull my shirt over my head and began examining my wounds again, before he picked out a longer rag to wind around my chest. ‘I suppose she’s involved in our loss of memory in some way,’ he said. I nodded. ‘I suppose so. Did you ask about this Resistance and the … Tyrant?’ He shook his head as he wound the bandage around me, ‘I didn’t think of. “He wants me to move to a retirement home,” Gail answered.“That doesn’t sound good,” Jack said.“I’d have to give up the support of a whole community of people, Johnny would have to move out, and I’d lose a fortune trying to sell my house in this market,” Gail said.“You do have a point,” Jack said.“I know, but my son doesn’t seem to understand that,” Gail answered.“I can have you declared incompetent,” her son said.“Over my dead body,” Johnny growled stepping up to his father and poking him in.