He knew it was going to take some time with her though. He’d seen the battle before, he’d gone through it himself. Society taught that a man shoul... never raise a hand to a woman. So when he couldn’t push the thoughts away any longer he had to undergo a transformation into learning that society wasn’t always right. The same fight could be seen in her. The way her eyes pleaded with him to take control, but there was still a hint of guilt behind them. He knew that any submissive thoughts were. “No bodies, no equipment, no signs of anything save a lot of trampled undergrowth and a felled tree.”“Most odd, I wonder what they stumbled upon...” he mused.“Perhaps they were chosen as subjects for study?” an analyst queried.“I wouldn’t have thought them worth the effort, though I suppose you must start somewhere, if that was their intent.”“Perhaps their equipment, the sled would have a gravity vortex generator after all.” the analyst temporised.“You may be correct. Let every patrol now be. What she gains from associating with that group is a mystery to me, it seems she is always having issues when it comes to dating those guys. I know this because she usually comes to me for advice when one of them pisses her off, or breaks her heart.Tiffany is here today with the group across the pond and from what I am seeing, I have a feeling she will be soon texting me for advice. It looks like her and her quarterback boyfriend Blake are not getting along very well, big shocker there.They are. ..what? A ghost? How is this possible?"She thought about it a moment. "Well, in the movies ghosts are spirits that didn't pass on because of unfinished business. I think I know what our unfinished business is..." She unhooked her seatbelt and sidled over to him along the K-car's bench seat.He immediately looked uncomfortable. "Uh, Weezie, I mean Sue, this isn't a good idea."She caressed his face. "I know I don't look like...me. Just close your eyes. I want to hold you."He did so, and she.