"Lisa is asleep. Oh, Lincoln, it's all caught up with her. She has deprived herself all these years for the sake of her daughter and then her husband ...ried to kill her. It wasn't a case of just beating her. He actually wanted her dead. I don't understand it, but he stands to gain something if she is out of the way," Sephie said. "She loves you, Lincoln. She just needs to get through this rough patch." I love her, Sephie. I always have. But you know I love you, too, don't you?" Oh yes, my hero.. “A double cheese burger,” answered Abby.“With fries and a cola,” added Amber.“Would you like that for dinner?” I asked them.“Could we, Master?” asked Abby, curious.“Would it be allowed?” asked Amber in wonder.“Yes, it’ll be fine, but we’ll have to go out. That means you’ll need to get dressed. You should also shower before you dress,” I told them.There was a frown at the mention of clothes, but then they smiled at the idea of going out and eating. It had been a long time for them. I sent them. I could now see his eyes were bright green and he had a slight bit of dark stubble on his face. I caught a whiff of beer and cigarettes as he leaned in.“Want one?” he asked, holding a cigarette in front of my face.“Uh, I’m okay.”He cocked at me and said, “You seem tense.”“Just not really used to this kind of scene.”He got closer, our bodies almost touching and said, “What is your scene?”“Uh, my dorm room,” I said with a slight laugh. “Studying and playing soft contemporary rock or country music. Assuming you don’t have a problem with bolt-on boobs, this is a 9 out of 10 body – maybe a few years past it’s best, but still tight and toned. Even if you don’t like the fake tits - it’s still slim, and tight, and smooth... Then we’re moving into close-up – getting a better look at her face as she walks. There’s a hard pointed element to her jaw and high cheekbones – and her skin looks altogether too smooth and shiny – a legacy of derma-peels and fillers she’s obviously spending all of.