*He's from the School District. There are interesting things at stakehere.* *Lena? Can you project an illusion of feeling something? Not emotion,pain?... As she thought that, she moved toward the chair indicated bythe VP. *Probably. Why?* *I want to run a bluff. Have the girls told their parents the truthabout what happened?* *Not even close. And they're aware their fabrication is fallingapart.**Good. When I take away the pain in one hand, try to make her thinkshe feels it again right away.*. "Karen, this is Tony, Tony meet Karen."They nodded to each other; there was clearly an expression of questions in Karen's look and an expression of confidence on Tony's face."Karen, Tony helps with some of the heavy lifting around here. He's quite powerful. I think you will enjoy having him around as we tour the facility."Things progressed on a very professional level as Karen walked around the site picking out various items that caught her eye.Then we returned to the outer warehouse so Karen. I lookedbetter as a girl, no doubt. A thought came over me, but I dismissed it.My family wouldn't approve.I heard a man's voice calling my name. I stopped and turned around. Itwas Herr Furtw?ngler. "You should be arrested for nearly giving a manheart attack, looking as hot as you do in those tights." He was standingin front of a house. I blushed, but smiled. I don't think he could see meblushing, as I was already quite warm from the running. "Why don't youcome in, and have a glass of water. You. That pain was like a memory of a nightmare hidden in his mind and sealed from his conscious thought at any given moment.“Thank you kindly for the biscuits, Miss Henrietta. Tell you sister she is a fine cook and will make a good wife for a hungry man.”“Are you volunteering for the job, Chief Muir? I think you would make a fine husband just sitting at home and waiting to tend to my sister’s dire need for masculine attention.”He had to smile because he knew her sister had little fondness in her.