The cliff face wasn't quite straight down, but jutted out several times. Unless she jumped way out, she would hit the side before she hit the bottom, ...ssuming, of course, that she found herself unable to fly.She smiled at the thought of it, realizing that it would be another exquisitely orgasmic death to experience – falling, striking the cliff face and spinning around wildly, striking the cliff face again, your broken body flailing in the air until you hit bottom and your insides smash into. She had felt a sense of accomplishment. After the change, it was just a job.Then the episode of ... she still didn't know what to call it. The Jill and Susan fiasco. If they hadn't done what they had to her then they'd be ... What? The unhappy ones? Was that what she wanted?"I was just trying to do my job." she told herself.And what if they'd let you? Where would they be? Hadn't they just been defending themselves? Their right to live their lives the way they wanted? Did you really care how. Erin still glanced at the hedge. She settled her own backpack and then said, "Yeah, I just thought...", She slowly shook her head as if to clear her vision, or grasp at the last tendril of that vision, but it was gone. Brightly she said, "So, back to the dorm and then on to the Intramural Activity Center?" It wouldn't be Friday night if it didn't include a sweat fest at the IMA, now would it?" offered Megan. Their laughter indicated that the comment had hit the intended mark, it lightened the. Taking care with my make-up, I looked critically at my image in the dressing-room mirror, and liked what I saw. My long, black hair, released from the ponytail I employed in the hotel, seemed thicker and more lustrous since I had left Gerry, and my complexion clearer, though it my have been my imagination. Standing up, I did a twirl, and thought my slim form and long legs looked good. ‘Hmmm,’ I said aloud, looked at my watch and went out to see what fate had in store. Sir Gordon was waiting for.