.... don’t know what you’ve done to me, but……….." I couldn't let her continue; I shushed her and told her there was no need for her explain....I kissed her on the forehead and walked out to my car..................................................It had been a few days since the showdown over that took place Sunday morning and I was back to my everyday grind. Cheyene was all I could think about, well I lied. Hell I had all three women on the brain to tell the truth. Work had been completely. I tried to give them what theywanted but I knew, as they were pretty sozzled, that I wouldn'tbe able to satisfy them. 'Hey mate, play something better thanthis old rubbish!' Obviously, not lovers of jazz or the piano,I thought as I tried to slump down a little so they wouldn'tsuddenly get angry with me. One of the advantages of being shortis that I could slump a little behind the instrument, use thepiano to hide behind.They bellowed out for some New Romantic stuff but I didn't playit, I loved. " She threwthem into the suit and zipped it up. We kissed Areeya goodbye and headedout. I, of course, had to wheel the suitcase down the pier as Alex hadher hands full with her sun hat. We arrived about 10 o'clock and beforeShane. Alex busied herself getting the boat ready to leave as Imanhandled the suitcase to the stateroom. Alex may be a nightmare behindthe wheel of a car, but I knew she was adept at the wheel of Cockatoo.She and Areeya had sailed Cockatoo many times and Alex had learnt. ‘Apparently Apollo ran into him. Neit is claiming Sinead should be champion.’ I dropped my bags. ‘What?’ ‘Do you remember when you were Branna, your first self, and fought in the first combat to select the eight?’ ‘You don’t need to narrate my lives, I’ve lived them all, and yes. Why?’ ‘When you were dying of the poison Neit, who was always jealous that I was the chosen war deity of our clan, argued with Jupiter that his chosen champion should take your place and we should let you die.’ ‘I.