This will be just one more feather in your cap.”“Yeah ... the cap they bury me in,” she snarled.“Don’t worry. We’re not even going to anno...nce anything yet. The investigation will take a while. If it looks promising, you can take it to a grand jury. If it jumps through all those hoops, we’ll continue this discussion then. I just wanted to give you a heads up. Until then the Marshal Service wants to protect you until Boruskiev is sentenced and firmly in a supermax somewhere. After that your. ”“Is that right?”-----She’d just caught the lift before the doors closed. The other occupant jabbed the door open button as she rushed towards it. After thanking him profusely, she felt her insides somersault when he smiled in return. Fuck, he was gorgeous, she thought. The hint of aftershave, the muscular chest. He was like a younger Harry.She let him leave the lift before her, followed him at a discreet distance and couldn’t believe her luck when he headed into her company offices. She made. "Did we hurt ourselves falling out of the tree?"My battered ribs flared in pain as she touched me and I winced and shied away from her. I flinched as she drew back her arm, believing she was about to slash me in that sore spot. Instead she laughed at my discomfort, then turned and lay down on my bed. Blue eyes flashed up at me, challenging me to say something, but my tongue was tied. I stood there awaiting further instructions, very aware that my jeans were doing little to hide my growing. The strands disappeared and Lisa thought that the plan must have worked. But only until her sight returned and she was again standing naked in front of a quivering mass of spaghetti that was rather bigger and a lot sadder than before. "It's no use," concluded the monster glumly, "You created me in your own image and so I disbelieve in myself and being both omnipotent and omnipresent makes that an incredibly strong disbelief. I can only stop existing if I start believing in myself." Lisa tried.