" I said nonchalantly. "Maybe I can cook for you today, rub your feet, give you a massage and who knows? We'll see what else... let me know if you thi...k of anything." Sounds good to me. Who could turn that down?!" She said with a smile.We ate breakfast and talked for an hour or so. She began to clean up and I stopped her."I've got this. You go relax or something." I said sternly. "I'll go take a shower." She said. I cleaned up quickly because I figured it would be a good idea to take a shower. Those squeaks and squeals are songs, alright, and it's useful for staying in touch, like you shouting hellooo! from across the meadow to another hiker. But their real communication is by mind energy, telepathy, a metaphysical link. Our cetaceans have it, and the Masi'shen, who evolved as sea people, have it."So it's like humans don't eat each other, and the Orca don't eat Masi'shen. As for the leopard seals, the lesser creatures, the Masi'shen can outswim them and defend themselves quite. She hadn't felt that in a long time, and she relished it.Her phone buzzed as she was getting ready to take the elevator up to her room. It was from Darrell, one of the black men Cindy had met when Willis and she had been to the resort just before she had to fly back to New York, and who she had exchanged phone numbers with. They had been texting back and forth ever since. He'd mentioned he had a friend, another black guy a bit younger than him, who he thought she'd love spending some time with,. Stepping off the train from Nice, she looked like she had just stepped out of a salon, instead of getting off of a five and a half hour train ride from the south of France. Her hair, worn tight against her head, was perfect, not a strand out of place, showing off her round face. Her makeup was impeccable, lipstick and cheekbones by the book. You had to be intimate with her to see the depth of powder and concealer that covered the dark circles under her eyes and fine wrinkles in the corners of.