‘I’ll look forward to it,’ Harry answered. ‘Do you want me to sit in the call to Ed?’ Gloria asked, pulling them back to business. ‘Defin...tely,’ said Harry as he turned to enter his office. The picture that Ed had sent Harry was what appeared to be a highschool or college yearbook picture of a young lady that Harry would judge to have been in her late teens or early twenties when it was taken. She was horrifyingly ugly. She had a round, little face, big eyes, a long, thin, lipless mouth. It. Then: ‘That’s good, that’s fine. Now let it all out. All of it. All of your hidden feelings. I want you to express them all.’ A wash of unwanted emotions emerged, in the wake of the public revelation. Anger, bitterness, fear, misery, ennui, all of these tore their way up through her vocal chords. Twenty years, they’d been married. Twenty years, of quietly raising Jenny, of being the perfect mother, of being Michael’s perfect wife. Twenty years. When Amanda had been Tamsin’s age, she vowed to. .. an old friend of mine through the chest. I figured we'd put him up for a while because I was the one who convinced him to do it. Even more than that," Jack smile wickedly, "I can say with complete earnestness, he made me the man I am today."Kaetlin watched him for reaction. Surely he was kidding. He had to be.***While LM ran things, Lucy Maya had never been in a bus station. LM was fairly certain that the previous owner of this current body, Jack Wallace the blue blood, had never been in one. A yearning for her. Like the yearning she knew was in her own eyes when she gazed at him. “ So - so it doesn't matter to you. That I'm not – not very – good at – sex things?” she asked in a faltering little voice, but edged now with hope and happiness too. “ Matter to me? Of course it matters. Sweetheart...it excites the fuck out of me. I've never wanted you more than I do right now. I'm going to teach you everything I know about sex. I'm going to mould and form and guide you. You'll be yowling.