However, he couldn't argue withsuccess. He'd only been taking lessons from her for a couple weeks,but he could already control his PK shell much bett...r than he'd everbeen able to before.Chris was still suspicious of the Imp though, and he had good reasonto be. After all, she was a supervillain and even bragged about it,while he was going to become a hero. However, in spite of all that,she was still helping him.His thoughts turned to the previous weekend, when he'd been in Bostonand had run. ” Miles contemplated getting up and running away. “Five... Six... Thank... You Ma’am” The last two in quick succession took Miles to the half way point. There was a break for a few moments, and Miles felt Mrs. Dupree’s hand rubbing his shoulders as she gently asked if he was okay. With the little bit of moral support Miles now knew he could get through the next six. “Seven! Thank you Ma’am.” Miles could take it. He wanted to take it for Mrs. Dupree. His mouth fell open and he looked. . Margie was cheating on her andshe was planning on telling her tonight. That was the only thing thatmade sense... How long was this man even here? Was Margie planning onkicking her out on her own?Lynn sat on the bed, catching sight of her own reflection in the mirror.How could Margie do this to her!? She would show her... She would makeher feel the same betrayal she felt. The thought of the young man waitingfor her downstairs entered her mind and the reflection in the mirrorsmiled back at. ‘What are you doing?’ asked Ashley. ‘We’re done,’ Jasmine said as she shut off the water. ‘You don’t make me work so hard next time to get you up, and I might let you finish. We’re running late. Get out of the shower.’ ‘You’re mean,’ Ashley pouted. ‘Tough love, babe.’ Jasmine grabbed a towel and dried Ashley off, then herself. She put back on her clothes, watching Ashley put on the spare set. Jasmine was a shade bigger than Ashley, though that wouldn’t be hard, since Ashley had such a tiny.