" Three days!" Sam said. He added that up. "You mean, today is Friday?" That's right," the doctor said, smiling a bit. "So, you can figure out what da... it is?" Sure," Sam said, confused. Why shouldn't he be able to? "What's wrong with me?" Well, we don't exactly know that," the doctor admitted. "Your heart and breathing seemed fine, and your brain activity was... well, not exactly normal, but certainly didn't indicate any damage. X-rays and MRI didn't show any injury. It was just like you were. "One of your duties," she whispered as she clawed at me, rubbing her furry mound up and down my thigh, "one of your most important duties in fact, is to take care of my physical needs, perhaps once a fortnight, perhaps more frequently. It depends on how well you perform. If you do your task properly, you will receive more food at breakfast and a pie once a week. My lord and master is seldom home, and when he is, he pokes the servants more often than he lies with me. I am, evidently, too old and. ” The trio sat in silence as she made her way through the options.It was nearing midnight when she turned to a late-night soft-core movie on one of the pay channels. She set the TV remote on the end table and picked up her drink. The three remained silent as the movie plot unfolded.The movie was clearly a “B” movie made for late night cable viewers. The plot consisted of a thirty-something woman who had recently become a widow and was looking for the answers to life’s toughest questions.The. She turned to Cindy. "Do you LIVE here!?" I work here," Cindy said calmly. "Can I help you?" Are you alone?" yelled Betty, walking down the big stairway. "Where's the other one?"The blonde shrugged. "I don't know. She might be late." What do you mean, late?!" Betty screamed. "I thought you two were coming together!" Well, we didn't," the girl said defiantly. "Am I going to go to this party like this?" She held out her arms to indicate what she was wearing. "You have some sort of costume, right?.