I squeaked, trying not to pull away, wanting to keep my hair. ‘Just what in the hell do you think you are doing??’ He demanded. I tried for a swe...t, sl**py look, stalling for time, wondering just what in the hell I WAS doing, and how I was going to explain this. ‘ I…. uh… I… Good morning, Master’, I managed to stammer. I tried not to look at His eyes, so filled with anger. ‘Give me your hand… NOW’, He demanded. I tried to casually wipe my fingers on the sheets as I withdrew my hand. His. Her father was still asleep when she took a tray in to him, so she left it on his desk with a kitchen towel draped over it and went back to the kitchen to eat hers.She was just finishing the last of her portion of the chicken-noodle soup when the phone rang. Miranda dropped her spoon and ran to answer it before it woke her father, but the closest extension was in the family room and the ringing stopped before she could get to it. By the time she got the phone to her ear, the caller was already. I didn't plan on taking a full-time job. But I did and now will have to handle it. The AEMA hasn't been responsive for a while and that will change quickly."Joan said, "What about anyone missing Monday?"I said, "It depends upon why they are missing. I can think of some good reasons for some people to be out of the office. There are engineers who don't want to work in an office. They would rather be out performing engineering work. There are others I have met over the years who don't care about. I think the shock of suddenly recalling my own suicide, along with feeling her anguish as she remembered the scene, had done it. But I was okay now."I want to apologize," I told her. "It's just that I could feel your memory." I'm sorry. I forgot that you could feel me like that," she replied."Forget it," I told her. I didn't want to think about it anymore. "So, what did you do?" to resume the conversation."I cried for a week. My parents thought it was because I had seen him, so they sent me to.