Regardless of how he knew, Zoraster's next statement confirmed that he knew her thoughts."Ah yes, you assumed she was a simple thief intent upon robbi...g me for her own gain did you not? That is true, after a fashion. The full truth is she was captured in a blackmail net I have been casting for some time, to gather expendable resources. The gain was to protect her reputation and her livelihood."Celes winced inwardly at her cruel treatment of the other woman. Theft of Art was what had brought. I have to bring him here, so upon entering the room he will see my butt in front of him, bending over the bathtub. With one hand I managed to reach the closet and threw the towel on the floor. I was ready to call him “Peter, could you please come here to help me?”. I heard the footsteps and I noticed he is right behind me. It took him quite a few long seconds in silence before he asked - “Sure aunty, what do you need?”. I replied, “I forgot to place the towel on the closet to dry the little one. The story starts about eighteen months ago, it was a Wednesday afternoon at the beginning of June.I dumped my long term girlfriend Laura. Now I thought Laura might be the one, I found her attractive, if a little high maintenance. She was a couple of years younger than me, with long black hair and an eye catching figure, which she flaunted on occasions. On the day I dumped her there had been a power outage in the office mid morning and once it was clear it was not going to be fixed quickly we. “I, um ... You see ... I mean...”“It’s okay. It was just a suggestion. If they’re private, you don’t have to talk about them. For sure, some of my dreams would be embarrassing to talk to my boyfriend about. I still dream about our first real kiss when you had your hand ... you know.”“I know. I sometimes dream about that, too. But that’s not what I mean. I can’t talk about my dreams. Not that I don’t want to, but there aren’t words. I stumble all over and get frustrated. I ... I ... can’t...”.