" I think I can do it. What if you monitor him and we can work out some sort of signal to warn me if he is getting suspicious?" Won't work, why do you...think he hasn't read your mind? We can feel it when someone tries to get into our head. Being able to resist another's control is a matter of experience, level of talent and force of will, so the strongest wins, but even weak talents can sense when someone is in their head." But we could still do the same thing by watching his body language."We. It was the same call, Arakel’s call, he was simply calling her into the sexless body in the box. She resisted as best she could, but when he looked at her, his eyes conveyed an entire conversation, one they had held centuries ago. With that look, her resistance melted. As she descended on the body, she turned over, letting herself relax as she entered the body. The moment her ghostly figure touched the created form, it pulled her in, drawing her essence inside.The body gave a spasm, and began. It held the device of which I am possibly most proud; a triumph of engineering in the fields of hydraulics, mechanics and electrostatics.Nicola seemed not to share my enthusiasm. Rather she approached the device warily suspecting that it could be a source of discomfort, pain, or – from our earlier conversation – of what to her was perverse sexual degradation. In that, at least, given her views at that point, she was correct.I had not considered a name for the mechanism and so was unable to. What came next was no surprise."So, Chris, second term is over." Yeah, and I survived."His mum gave him a big grin. "You know what, that's exactly what you said to me at the end of the first term. But then, you sounded surprised. This time, you sound determined. How are you going to say it after the next term?"Chris looked at the fire, feeling sheepish. "It's sure been a big term. I'm sorry." What are you sorry for? For the fact that your marks have gone right up?"Nah. Not sorry about that. Not.