Fuck it. I'm grateful to the guy. He just saved Barbara's life, and if what Diana says is true, there's no telling how long we will live — all three...of us. Hell, Matthews could be a multi-billionaire overnight with that Healer. All he would have to do is heal some of those old billionaires and make them young again. He could charge what he wanted to and they would be glad to pay it. And yeah, I could take the Healer back — I guess. Well, if I brought in enough troops, that is. Even then,. She turns an ashen color, embarrassed and stricken with fear having been found out. “I don’t want to report this to Human resources, the last time I did they fired the person.” I tell her. I stand before her at the desk. Tears are forming in her eyes as she looks at me. She clearly believes she will be ruined. She may lose her job, her reputation in the community will be trashed, and maybe even her husband will lose his position; all because she gave in to those dark desires of hers. Ok, I. What I was principally worrying about was giving up my identity. For three years, ever since premature retirement, with a golden parachute and the whole nine yards, I'd been writing porn for the Net. A lot of it sat on my disk, because aside from the E-zine that had gotten me here, I still hadn't found any sort of revenue producing way to use it. It's not that good. When, within three months of my column's introduction on "Freaky", someone had actually wired ten grand in exchange for the rights. We arrived at a club we all regularly go to. Claire used to work there and knew the bouncers and staff, meaning we skipped the entire queue and went in without being ID’d. We danced for a bit and then went to the bar to the drink. “I love your nails by the way.” Ella was admiring them which boosted my confidence. I told her where I’d got them done, the name of the woman who I usually got, and how much I’d paid. We talked about what colours we liked, what we'd tried, what look cute and what.