As is the soaked chair and the saturated bathrobe...sorry, robeS,"I answered, emphasizing the last "S".I couldn't understand her reply as she had shov...d her entire mouth fullof cereal (Cinnamon Toast Crunch?). She again shoved me to the side asshe opened the walk-in and passed by the milk to grab a gallon of heavycream. When she just started drinking it straight out of the jug like aman dying of thirst, it was time to start worrying again. "Char? What'sgoing on? Are you OK?"She stopped long. He wanted her to move closer, to take the box and hurl it into the trash and assure him she could never go to him again. Instead she looked down at the box as though sizing its dimensions. Steven shivered as he imagined she was guessing its contents."You don't have to go. He can't force you."She began to go to him, then stopped after several steps, lowering her head as she spoke. Her robe was undone, and parted a few extra inches in the front as she walked. His eyes wandered down over the trail. She would say something like: "Do you thing that what I am doing isfeminine behavior?"Sometimes I might say: "Maybe not. I can't tell you why, but no, thatseems not feminine."That was what she wanted. She was perfecting her presentation. It wasan interesting exercise and I enjoyed being a part of it. I felt that Iwas helping her while she was helping me.Of course, I was paying her, but she was just saving it up. She lived ina room in my house, she ate with me, and never wanted to go out. . They were ... amused when I tried to use my smiles on them, but then one of them looked into my eyes ... I sort of remember one of them fucking me. What did they do to me?”“They seeded you. Didn’t Suz explain all that to you?”“I didn’t really listen,” he said as his symbolic streams returned to their previously agitated states. “I mean, how could she really know. She’s not like us.”“She knows because she’s been seeded herself. So have Joey and I. But it’s nothing to really worry about. You just.