Rose demurred. “Well…sort of, I mean. Yes, but…” Violet’s demeanor changed immediately upon hearing this. “Figures, sending the bait, tha...’s so typical. Tell him if he wants something he can ask himself,” Violet replied, beginning to turn away, miffed. Rose’s heart beat faster, adrenaline rushing as she felt Violet’s attention turning cold. She didn’t want to displease her master…and just as much, she wanted her, too. “Wait!” Rose exclaimed, her resolve finally coming out in words. She. She'd ask me to describe their tits, their pussies, their asses; the shapes and sizes I liked best; and then she'd ask me shyly whether I'd committed a sin - and how many times, and which of the nuns had prompted those sins.Once I'd grasped that my answers were arousing her passions, I used this knowledge mercilessly against her."You should go down to the lake and bathe yourself," I told her one day, placing a fifty sous coin into the seat of her palm and then twisting it about.She'd blushed,. “Master Bruce trusts you,” Alfred insists, nonplussed. He joins her in admiring the view. Barbara wrinkles her nose at the damp smell. Sometimes she misses this place, but not the smell.“He trusts Dick too. Or he used to,” she says.“Master Dick has made it clear that he can’t leave Bludhaven. Master Tim intends to come when he’s able, but even if he were here, it wouldn’t change the fact that Master Bruce chose you.” Alfred is being blunt; he must be feeling edgy.Barbara scowls. “You know that. But why was she calling me Mary?"Your next question is why am I calling you Mary, isn't it? Yes, I knowyou used to be Alan Taylor. But Alan died when you were admitted. Fromnow on, you're Mary Fisher."Say what?? This did not make sense. When Dr. Pritchard first welcomedme, the score changed to "Reality 6, Dreamers 0." But now the Dreamershad possession of the ball, and they were on Reality's one-yard line."Yes, dear, I know this is confusing," she said as she scooted closerand stroked my hair,.