The killing part was not his idea.“You guys are Spirits of the living and I’m sure you won’t want to hang with me all the time. Be realistic her.... Your bodies have things to do and you’ll want to be with them.“I know we’re connected, and any time you need me or I need one or all of you, I know we can get together. But, Tom on the other hand ... well, we can keep each other company all the time.”Then, almost pleading with the girls, but in a firm voice I asked, “How about it?”They all thought. “PULL... you fat cow!” bellowed the Overseer above the tumult of sound. “Pull your full weight... or I’ll flog you to ribbons!” Terror gripped Livia. Terror of more such awful pain. Groaning with the effort, she began to haul on her oar once again, but now making a much greater effort. It was the terror that gave her the strength to do so. For a few moments, the Overseer contemplated the ugly red welt she had raised across the slave’s back. Then she strolled back down the cat-walk. She reckoned. We will be going on a little journey together... one where you will learn to be my servant" smiling at your indignant howling, I stuff the panties I took fromyour body earlier into your mouth and tie them in with the little top you were wearing while you slept...then my hands go to my back pocket... and in addition to a pan of water by the bed, you see in my hands a pair of blunt nosed barber's scissors, and a disposable razor as well...and then you cringe as i place a pillow under your bottom,. Katy, pack Jason's things as well as your own."Being busy helped, and I realized the busywork was part of Dad's plan to stop the blame game. It worked. While packing Jason's clothes, one of his shirts caused me to remember how Jason blamed himself for Dr. Rourke's death. It was the shirt he'd been wearing the day she died. He'd been wrong about blaming himself for the doctor's death. He'd had no control over what happened to her, just as I had no control over what might or might not be.