He treasured the time he spent with this dark goddess, but his language suffered. He could tell Sandrine was growing impatient with his seeming inabil...ty to absorb her lessons. Part of him knew it was his fault. After all, who could conjugate verbs when the smooth silk of her skin just below her ear beckoned to him? Who could ignore the soft tones and the unspoken passion in her speech? And her eyes. He thought he’d never seen eyes with such depth he wanted to sink into them and never again. .." That was my dad..." ...Oh. Right," she replied, not seeming too surprised at this turn ofevents or too put out to be confronted by the son of the man she washaving an affair with, "So you're Alex junior. Alex has told me so muchabout you, I've just been dying to meet you and find out if you're justlike him! Come on in."She stood out of the doorway and let me into the room. It was a typical,large-ish, uniformly furnitured hotel room just like thousands of others,with a double bed on which. Hell both of them for that matter." Harman was nodding his agreement with a wide smile on his face. Alan's mouth dropped open as he stared at Harman, "here I thought you wanted her to remain a little girl." Harman looked at Alan with shock, "It would be nice, but I know that she has to grow, as we all do. No, seeing her happy is what I have always wanted for her." Looking at Alan and scowling he continued, "I know your type Alan I don't want her used like I know that you would do." Alan held up. Porter was sure that the figure was the source of the whispering.The figure leaned forward as if to confirm his thought. “Translating biological signals into energy signatures is as much an art as a science.”“Thank you,” was all Porter could think of to say, as he realized that the waves hitting the beach made no sound. “Where am I?”“In physical space, the best approximation that you would comprehend is the event horizon of a Black Hole, but such approximations are irrelevant here,” the figure.