"It was the optometrist," she said. "And it didn't take as long as I thought I would. Did you get my message?" Just before I would have left," he said... smiling. "So I kept working and told everyone I was taking a late lunch." He looked at the patch over her eye. "How is it?" I have to wear this patch for the next few days. We'll see how things go." Are you going to be okay?" She seemed to think so." I'm glad. When you left me that voice-mail that said you had a doctor's appointment I could only. I notice him drawing his hand back. "No you weren't. DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME!" He raises his voice just a little bit. "WHERE WERE YOU?" I was at Amy's house Master." I whimper, frightened."Doing what!?" His temper starts to rise now and his fingers tighten slightly around my throat."Nothing, Master. We just watched a movie." You're lying again. You were drinking you stupid little bitch. I can smell the alcohol. You smell like you've done nothing but hang out in a bar for a fucking week!"I cry. They had done the duets, which completed the album. The record company’s publicity man who was in charge of launching the new album suggested that they should celebrate. Terry had worked hard to push the album along wanting it completed before he returned, so they could be together with no interruptions. So she agreed, the party consisted of John, her manager, and his wife, May and Terry, and the publicity guy with his dolly bird. He had booked a table at a well know nightclub for them. What. As he strode toward his lodge that had been made for the winter, he considered his options. They appeared to be as bleak as the winter weather.Roland was brought in from the field to reside with the Duke, while questions and tests were done to the ring, and performed on both. Roland was getting just a bit surly with the whole thing. Once again, his ring had put him into a position of having suspicion thrust upon him, simply because of his abilities with the ring, and its known history.What was.