‘Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned!” screamed Melanie. Then she calmed herself. She breathed deep. She had seen and heard things which she s...spected. It changed nothing, but rather confirmed them. Hell was a cold place, she decided. Not a place for violent histrionics. A place for a very deliberate form of retribution and punishment.“I need friends,” she declared. “Lizzie is too far away and the locals won’t do; certainly at this time of the evening.” She picked up the phone.“Hello Ben,. ”He lowered his head in shame.“Look at me, Chris.”His eyes met mine.“I’m going to ask you a very serious question. Do you wish to continue living this lifestyle with me?”“Yes, Ma’am. More than anything else in the world.”“Good. That was the response I wanted to hear from you.”I took a deep breath of relief. I didn’t want to contemplate any answer other than the one he gave me.“I don’t expect perfection from you because that’s unrealistic and I realize everyone makes mistakes. However, when you. After resolving some issues, I made a business appointment the next day and went home. Along the way buy some things to feed the soul and others to feed the body ... and something special to. In a sweet shop in the Plaza de Canalejas, I bought lilies, some house specialty sweets, and I bought mirlitónes, a sweet stuffing of angel hair, fluffy and very energetic to recover strength. I added a refreshing drink and in the nearby sex shop, a special cream of raspberry flavor to apply in the. He was running out of scrip, and while he had enough UNN credits to buy a goddamned yacht, that might draw the kind of attention that he was trying to avoid if he flaunted it.He had to get into the spaceport first, but he had a plan to get past the guards.He slipped between two buildings, leaving the crowds of similarly robed people as he reached into a pocket of his suit for his wallet. It was still there, good. He would have needed it to prove his identity after all, if he had turned traitor.