We are in some sort of empathetic rapport with each other. They feel me when I try to project to them. Maybe they feel me before I try to project to t...em. How should I know? We’re talking about five month old babies who have yet to say ‘mama’. I certainly can’t have a discussion with them about empathetic projection, now can I?”Donnie and I were both flabbergasted; and maybe a bit skeptical, given the nature of the claim. We’ve been aware of the rapport between Andrew and the girls. Well this. She took the one opposite the front doorinto another corridor which lead to Jenny, standing in what appeared tobe a well equipped commercial kitchen."Take off your clothes Bianca, just leave your stockings on," sheordered him.Very self consciously he stood with his hands over his crotch whileHolly had him step into a pair of red shoes with an even higher heelthan he had been wearing. They had an ankle strap which she pointed outlocked on. Then she locked padded steel bands round his ankles. ”“That is not true. You had me Check mate two times tonight!” Krabbel protested.“Yes but once I was certain you let me win on purpose and the other time you where distracted watching something on GalNet with Circuit.”Wetmouth had left her bed and looked over the board from behind our tattooed friend. “Mao your defeat is by no means certain. I see eleven ways to defeat Krabbel.”“No offense Wetty, but you could probably beat Centron in a game of chess so your analysis of the game does not. There’s no borrowed light to seep into the darkness here. His eyes have nothing to reach for, to adjust to. As a child, he was terrified by the dark, but now it gives comfort. He stands listening to his own breathing, above the waves of gale-driven water that continue to lash the cottage. He can hear himself calming a little, easing back to a more even rhythm and gaining a measure of self-control. He reaches out his hands like a blind man. Once he’s found the frame of the door, he gains.