”“How do they even survive?” Jamie asked, eyeing her long claws. “Borealans are built like grizzly bears, wouldn’t they be spending most of ...heir lives in the hospital?”“The thing about Borealans is, we’re tough, right? I read all about it in xenobiology classes back in college, but it was amazing to see it in action, to ‘feel’ it. Our muscle fibers are far denser than those of humans,” she continued, flexing her bicep through her jacket as if to demonstrate. “We have a much more reactive. I will miss you if you choose not to be there, but he has already agreed to walk me down the aisle.’ She stood up, took Matt’s hand and they left Grandma’s house. The next day my phone rang at work. For the first time in ten years I heard Marie’s voice on the phone. She didn’t even say hello or identify herself. ‘I don’t want you to come.’ ‘Who is this?’ I asked. I knew who it was. ‘Marie. I mean it. I don’t want you to come.’ ‘Marie? My ex-wife? It can’t be. She hasn’t made a phone call in ten. Nobody needs instruction. By now, they all know what they are doing. My only real concern is finding somebody to act as a stock trader. I put that aside and start working again.I’m getting practiced at splitting my mind between tasks, so I try something different. I move the mouse and keyboard, then set up so I can do two schematics at a time. My right hand does the good copy and touchups since the brain half controlling that side is analytical. My left hand does first drafts because that brain. ." That's horrible!" cried Pyx."Yes it is; but I needed something to shock you out of your aroused state. Did it work?"Pyx paused. "It did! Oh, thank you, Master!" All part of my job, Slave."If you start working up again, you can think of beautiful things, instead. Green meadows, with frisking lambs and fluffy clouds, that kind of thing." That's much better," she said.I thought of something at that moment. "Go to the bedroom, and wait for me, Slave."Pyx nodded, and walked through the side.