“Sure,” she replied. “I think Margaret will eventually be OK and the two of you will be able to work things out, but you may have to give her a ...ew days.”I agreed and headed to Cynthia’s place. I slipped off my shoes and settled on to the couch. As I looked around at her well- furnished apartment, I tried to wrap my head around the discord Margaret and I had. It was unsettling, to say the least. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 2:30am. I figured Cynthia probably decided to stay at the. Bending to pick up the chamois and her white hip-length terryrobe, Ellen smiled. She was appraising Greg's handsome features. Hernervous blush looked like an advanced case of sunburn. She tossed me aquizzical nod. I picked up her cue and grinned toward Greg, "We haven't eaten either." Turning to Ellen, I blurted, "How aboutinviting this starving student over for dinner?" Ellen beamed, agreeing enthusiastically, "Terrific idea,"and turning to Greg, offered, "How about lobster?" He declined. I finally made it into the store, I had got one or two looks from people on the way in, men mostly and a guy smiled at me too. I then grabbed a trolley and walked down the first aisle, heels clicking on the floor as I walked.After going down the first three aisles I managed to pluck up the courage to do my first bend down for some sugar. I stood legs slightly parted then bent only from my waist as instructed. I could easily feel the dress ride up my bum as I did so. Not sure if anyone saw me. " He can hear thoughts too," she said.I grinned. "I forgot about that." Why are you grinning?" Meg asked."I can hear the thoughts of my girls. I know how to keep my thoughts from them. This should be very similar. All I have to do is focus on thoughts of escape. It'll help give the impression that I am bound and your prisoner."Meg still had doubts but time was running short. Charlotte was still working on the software to help her crack the passwords and the midnight deadline Whisper had told me.