"Ah! I see I guess I killed another host. A shame the last was very strong." Turning to the other six a sadistic smile crossed his lips. "I hope that ...ou recorded the delicious sounds of the host dying."The other six smiled evil and malicious. "All was recorded; the machine that has the emotions was used this time. You should get the full effect. I have to say that the death of this one was so satisfying!" Ah good! I will need the fear and pain to grow back in strength. Afterward we have to. As Pat turned towards the door, Rachel called after her. "Pat, don't forget about the fund raiser next week. We're counting on you to do your magic act." Okay Rachel." Pat walked over to her son and kissed him. With a flourish, she pulled two quarters out of the boy's ear. "Here's your milk money, Mikie."Pat drove to the Central Precinct. Parking her unmarked unit in front she entered the door. She stopped for a minute to talk to the dispatcher on duty, always the quickest way to find out if. I knew Brian was hard in his jeans and the teasing was fun. As we got to the room David knew what I had done to Brian. “You’re a very bad girl Ann” David quipped. “Whatever do you mean sweetheart?” I innocently said. David looked at me scowling. “I seen you giving Brian peeks up your dress, you loved making him squirm.” Laughing he said “I bet your panties are soaked!” I turned and tried to run into the bathroom but my hubby grabbed me and quickly unzipped my sundress. There I stood with my. .. sir!" She started then changed what she was saying as Ambrose held up his hand. "Sir it is forbidden. I..." "I want to remain unknown for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please don't call me that again." Ambrose said a little more forcibly, and then cringed when the young woman fell to the ground trembling. "Please stand I did not mean to sound angry with you. Please rise so I may ask you a few questions." The young woman tentatively looked up at Ambrose with fear still apparent on.