”“Okay, dinner’s ready,” Jackie called.“I think she fell asleep,” Glenn remarked. “Sierra, wake up. Dinner’s ready.”“Mmmpf ... I n...eded that little nap.”Glenn picked up the unopened wine bottle. “So you used the Bordeaux. We’ll have the Beaujolais with dinner.”“I’ll get glasses.” Sierra opened a cabinet door. Glenn held up four fingers and she smiled and nodded.Jackie and Marcus plated their dinners and set them on the table while Glenn pulled the cork.“What’s this for?” Jackie asked, picking. “What a surprise? Do you need something?”“I need guidance, Deacon Bill,” I purred, my finger stroking his desk surface—smooth, polished wood. I leaned on it, my fingernails painted with clear lacquer, reflecting the light. Blonde hair fell off my shoulders before me. “It's...very personal.”“And not something you want to talk to your father about?”I shook my head from side-to-side. “I saw something the other day. Something so very naughty and sinful and it has me feeling all...flustered.”He. She patted my arm and then I was alone. The courtroom was empty except for me.Finally, I rose to leave. It was after 5:00PM. Outside, the corridor was empty; well I thought it was, at first. Them I felt someone tug at my sleeve.“David, I’m sorry,” said Stacey. I looked around at her. I glanced left and right looking for him; he wasn’t there. I just stared at her.“She chose him,” I said. I started walking away, but slowly.“David, he’s her father, but she chose me, her mother, not him. David, we. And the spiral was so distracting! Maybe if she...A few minutes later Amy glanced over at Jill, and was amused to see that she was on the edge of her seat, slack-jawed, eyes wide open, staring intently at the screen. Wow, she seems pretty deeply under, Amy thought. I wonder if it’s working. Amy glanced at the screen, seeing the swirling spiral she’d been working with for the past few days while making the video. She wondered why people claimed it was so effective, and guessed that it was the.