She reminded me of Mikhail Baryshnikov performing ballet on stage. She had that same ability; the appearance of pausing in mid-air as she leapt, defyi...g gravity for just a moment, almost hovering, only to land with grace on one foot, never wavering, confident. She was born to dance.I wondered what her future would hold? Would she realize her dreams? Could I keep the promise I’d made to keep her safe?Squirming in the hard chair, I accepted I might not be able to. However, I knew I would die. They stood and signaled the door off the living room. The man led the way in with Hein behind him. The woman lightly held my arm and with a gentle squeeze assured me, “This isn’t going to be like anything you’ve experienced before. This is part of the practices my grandmother used many years ago before the government began stopping rituals they considered pagan.”“If you can’t be open about this, how do people find you?”“Word of mouth? They just come. People who need help find a way. Do you have. ”“Well, you lasted ten whole minutes this time,” the instructor snarled over the intercom, sarcastically. “And you got in three solid hits, but ... unfortunately for you, the hits were spaced over minutes and didn’t bother the Colonel a bit. Hell, I suspect he let you get those in.” There was a long pause before the instructor continued as if it pained him to the core to say, “The Colonel sends his compliments. You did well. But he advised you to keep practicing your jinking, because you become. “Get another dog, I want him mounted and inside her when she comes around. She must never suspect that you have had your way with her. When it is time to breed her, I want her to think it was the dog that made her pregnant.” Ben gave her a surprised look, and asked. “Do you think she will believe that? How can that be, surely she will know something ain’t right? Smiling she replied. “No, she has no idea, she was kept so ignorant of man and woman things, that she thinks anything can make her.