” “Yes sir.” In the background a female voice said, “Slave, who's on the phone?” It wasn't Jeanne's voice. David responded, “Ms. Abby, it'... Ms. Jeanne's husband, Michael.” “It's Michael? I was hoping he'd call.” It was Jeanne's voice. Seconds later she was on the telephone. “Hi Micheal, where are you?” “I'm in Cordele Georgia.” “Where is that?” “Just south of Atlanta.” “Did you have an easy drive?” “It was fine. I slept in so I got a late start. I only drove a little over 400 miles today.” “I'm. But my lips opened and I heard myself asking in a much calmer voice: - Who are you?Shhhhh........I felt a finger touch my lips. I understood I was supposed to be quiet. As the finger was against my lips, I felt how soft it was. It was a woman. I wasn’t supposed to talk. So my hands automatically went to her head. I felt the straight and soft hair. I could smell her perfume. I wouldn’t be able to describe it even if I had all the perfumes in the world in front of me to compare with. The smell. She had degraded herself today in so many ways yet had somehow managed to look classy and sexy and utterly gorgeous the entire time.The young guys watching and drawing her had only seemed to grow more enamoured of her as the morning had passed into afternoon. They spoke to her during the breaks with great respect and had asked a lot of questions of her about her life and experiences etc. They had happily included me in their conversations when I had occasionally wandered over, but for the most. Roth was on the deck at Ambrose's paws. Ambrose was panting shaking his head he could feel something building higher and higher within him. Damn it! What was this strange feeling? Why the hell couldn't he stop it? Trying to calm only made it worse. Adina's eyes were wide she'd only felt this once the time that her father had used too much. Then he wasted away to nothing. [Cousin! Push it away! It's the only way to shut it off! I know it's hard, you have too!] Came Adina's thoughts.[I've.