"Lady, Tramp, come."They came to stand in front of me."Sit, Stay."With their level of training, 'stay' was a nearly inviolate command.I closed my eyes...and called up the sight. I knew they were right there in front of me and I study the area closely looking for any trace of dog aura with which to connect.Finding nothing, I sent out an aural tendril. It prodded the area of Tramp's head but I felt no indication of any connection, of any sort.I opened my eyes, willing the tendril to continue it's. She was a bit younger than me, probably 35, I would have said. She was very much a carer girl, and worked for a Merchant Bank in their Treasury, and it turned out that we had some mutual acquaintances. As she talked about her work, I was reminded of myself a few years ago, energetic, focussed and also driven. The other thing that struck me was that she was a real mixture of strength and passivity, sometimes coming out with a very forceful view of things, but then when I perhaps took another. “It seems that a message arrived for you today from a midwife — a Madame d’Amboise — and it made it’s way to our attention.” I looked in Madame de Montespan’s eyes and she, with a slight movement of her head, affirmed that it was she who had raised this issue with The Great King on my behalf.It was a little disconcerting that the note — no doubt addressed to me — had been waylaid and read. But those who protected the King were always on the lookout for conspiracies against his royal. I assured her that I actually thought more of her after last night because she allowed herself to open up to her pent up desires. I told her I had no regrets about what happened and that her sitting there in just bra wasn’t any different than wearing a bathing suit and that I thought she was beautiful and sexy. Ginger fell into my arms and told me she loved me over and over and over again. She also kept asking me if I thought she went too far in what she did and I kept assuring her that I.