And if you go downstairs right now, you'll interrupt her fucking herself with that dildo. THAT's why she won't thank you!" Her mouth opened and closed...like a fish, so I added, "Don't waste our time calling me a liar -- go back downstairs and watch her, if you like. She might enjoy the additional humiliation. Don't act horrified, though -- act like you're getting off on it."Jean moved to the basement stairs and looked back at me, her expression troubled. I waved; I wasn't going. She toddled off. The pastor of their church, Reverend Harris, would be conducting the funeral service on Monday morning, the 26th. This was to be preceded by a public viewing on Sunday afternoon. The church refused, quite vehemently, to accept payment for the use of their facilities, and a fund was set up to cover all other costs, a fund which collected nearly $20,000 in the first 12 hours.Now all that was left was for us to survive the next few days with our collective sanity intact.Sunday morning dawned cold. Tell me. Will you still make me carry a picture in my purse?”“Yes, I will. I’m not stopping this immediately. I will tell you when the time comes. Even then, I will probably want you to go to my bed every night. You know, I’ll be able to have sex with Roger in 2 or 3 weeks. I may want you to clean me out when I get home.”“You know I will do that for you. I look forward to it. Until then, I’ll even clean out your ass if you want.”“I just may let you do that. Well, I guess it’s time to leave.. Plus those of the herbalist, the poisoner, the surgeon, the healer, the torturer, the spy, the courtesan, the linguist, the scribe, and the cryptologist, and a few others, which each messenger chooses for herself, according to her talents and her likings. And, of course, the skills of the diplomat, and those of the military commander, though this, the most deadly of her skills, is the one that she hopes never to have to use. A messenger cannot walk through a closed door, but she can pick almost.