Being controlled and possessed was almost an emotional correspondence to genetic markers for love and commitment. Being claimed. Being a part of a ver... primal relationship. Whatever it lacked in tenderness and romance it made up for in passion and unspoken bonding that transcended words. That’s why so many women were stimulated by forced or lustful situations involving a highly sexual and demanding or controlling male partner. Of course Connie wasn’t analyzing this too heavily at the moment.. There was nothing available anywhere. We were going to have to spend the night there.That is when we realized that it was getting colder inside the house; the heating system had shorted out. It was going to be a long, cold night. We were standing there in our damp swimsuits in a rapidly chilling house with nothing to wear. My mom said that she would fetch something for Patty while my dad got clothes for me to wear.Now, thinking things could not get any worse, they did. My mom's suitcase also. They had known each other since they were born, their parents being close friends, and had a special bond. She was Chris’ right hand man for everything and had not even hesitated, when he asked her for her help, to make the move to America.“How’s everything going?” A familiar voice interjected.“Yeah it going great Milo! How did it go in there, mate?” Chris greeted him warmly.Ben ‘Milo’ Tate was another lifelong friend of Chris’ and his second right hand man. He went to school with Chris and. Jean shivered. That was unusual. She’d survived in the Himalayas as a wild Phoenix but on a warm night in urban jungle? She glanced down at her compass, the needle spinning wildly. The closer she got, the more erratic the movements became. Li was right.She needed information, but she had not visited this city for over a hundred years. The world had changed whilst she was away in hibernation. The smell hadn’t though. Humans – their greed, gluttony and waste never changed. And neither had the.