“oh noo…” Jon groaned.“that’s right Jonathan, I’ve been studying them and have discovered that they are squeezed dry and clean. Now they w...re soaked in my urine earlier today when I couldn’t hold my piss. I know this because when I lifted them from my feet I remember seeing that they were dark golden. Like a sponge that soaked up my accident. Now, if you had done me the favor of cleaning them and wringing them out that would be one thing, but I would still be concerned about you touching. .but learn! Still, she wanted freedom to do what she wanted, when she wanted. She didn't have much money, just a little from the inheritance and that wouldn't last too long. She hoped her writing would make some money but that was a long shot. She knew from her writing teacher at college how hard it was to get published, and then, it was even harder to get read with so many books being published. She had heard three thousand books get published everyday. One day at a time was her philosophy.. ." I said softly, "Viriel was useful enough to trap me here with an underhanded trick ... but then he had to fly away to an assignment ... did he not?"Cariel didn't answer. She continued to finger the bulge in her tunic. She was being careful not to move too much ... but any movement at all meant my spell no longer held her. The only reason she would remain seated ... would be to try and surprise me."In fact, I would wager that you are here between assignments yourself."Cariel's mouth turned. "My shoulders slumped, and I groaned. Rachel chuckled and glanced over at me."I didn't really say that," she giggled.I stepped over to her, wringing the towel in my hands, and asked how she seemed. Rachel shrugged."I think you should call her," she replied. "Maybe go see her or something... I dunno. None of my business. I just think..."But I was already running out to the living room. I grabbed my jacket and keys and shot out the door. I was still trying to put one more arm into my coat, as I.