Something was off.After all, I was getting a bit thirsty.She looked at me and stood up. That's when I noticed what wasdifferent: her breasts. Before... they'd been large. Now? They wereeven larger than the receptionist's breasts, easily as large as herhead. Still, they were in the t-shirt she'd worn earlier, but it wasstretched taut across her chest. "Did pet have a good nap?" Shegestured at the pool on the other side of the room. "I had a shortbath myself and feel better than ever."I. “I think if I asked Fiona to analyze why she likes a movie, she’d ... give up, in seconds. She just likes things.”“I’m surprised you don’t want to debate with her.”“I ... don’t enjoy debating, analyzing, obsessing.”Jack raised a brow. “Really? You’re a natural at it, and you’re a Mekhet. I just assumed—”“I’m good at it, but honestly I wish I could just ... enjoy things mindlessly, like Fiona does.”Ah, yeah, Jack could understand that. He could never do it, but he could understand why someone. Mild smokes billowed from a small brass dish at one point, smokes unnaturally made, though violet, and for a brief moment they inexplicably formed the shape of an orchid, pleasing the scholar enough to actually emit a grunt of satisfaction.This drew the aristocrat's attention. Rather than put an end to it, the aristocrat simply watched, amused, much as the darkly colored woman had, though she knew more of the why of the thing than the aristocrat did.From this, there were other experiments, and. I had just passed my drivers test, and my parents let me loose on the road with their little Nissan Gloria, with its added extras including leather upholstery, which dad had his friend install.I cruised in the countryside, the darkness outside contrasted with the illumination of the added gadgets daddy had on his dashboard and panel, I felt power surge through me, as the vibrations and noise from the engine, and road surged through the steering column, the sense of solitude and being in charge.