Amelia was briefly disappointed when Rufus ignored his new beanbag bed, but soon forgave him. “He’s too happy to be home,” she claimed.After din...er, Rufus curled up on the floor and slept. Amelia and I watched television for a while and, at bedtime, she carried the beanbag to my room, placing it at the foot of the bed. “He’ll like it more here,” she informed me.He didn’t. One leap and he settled on the bed.Amelia eventually arrived, her hair slightly damp from a shower, her pale gray nightshirt. I guess it was just because I was nervous. I dialled and called him. It was ringing but he did not pick. I called him again but there was still no response even after a few rings. I was about to disconnect the call but at that time, he attended the call and said, “Hello?”.His tone was husky and extremely sexy and seductive over the phone. I remained silent not knowing what to say. He kept on saying, “Hello”. I then took a deep breath and said, “Hello!”.He: Hello! Who is it?Me: Me.He: Me who?I. My theory is before long we are going to be under attack. People are going to want to get into my database, find out what we are about, sabotage our operation, even.We are trouble. Not short term, we are somewhat harmless in the immediate future, except for Em, who might be the most dangerous person on earth. I mean that. But if someone finds out what we really are doing, there must be some h. Sapiens somewhere who will want to take on the next generation.And we have our dark little secret. The. He had a small frame,was slimwith small hands and feet, he was in fact what would be termed delicate.Therein lay the problem, he was always being bullied at school, protestsby Ruth to the school brought no respite, they felt that the boy should"stand up for himself, be more assertive" something that was utterlyalien to the lad and punishment for the bullies was merely token. It didnot help that their town was what is called a squaddy town with an armyand RAF bases in close proximity . This led.