.. coming to you with my sordid story this way..." Ah, ma chere, but you mustn't degrade yourself over an unfortunate affaire d'amour," said M. Girard... suavely. "How is it they say... ? It is better to have loved and lost than never to..." That was not the situation at all, M'sieu'," Madeleine interrupted quickly. "I assure you, it was not..."Rafael Girarde shrugged his broad shoulders. "So... what difference," he said, his warm smile always prevalent. He leaned back in his chair, joining his. ”“Okay. Keep me informed. I still want to go to Florentine’s at some point,” she warned me. “You’re not off the hook for that if she bails.”I laughed and told her to have a good day at work and call me later if there was anything strange going on.I was wondering whether or not to grab another cup of coffee or not when the phone rang again. “Hello?” I said curiously, not recognizing the number.“Hi,” Doris said awkwardly. “Mr. Hooker?” she asked.“It’s just John, Doris,” I told her gently. “I. I’m sorry, it will. But if we’re going to pay for it, we are determined to earn our punishment. We fear what we’ll feel later, but we surrender to what we experience now. My senses are in overload. I feel the warmth of your trembling flesh against me. I smell the sweetness in your silky black hair. Trilling groans ache from your throat after every deep breath you take. I close my eyes as I listen to them, like a hymn of an angel in ecstasy. It’s intoxicating and addicting. I loom above you. " Shit!!" "That kind of sums it up." How? Why?" Mike asked in disbelief. The two women decided to talk in the hallway rather than enter the room yet."I really don't understand it either. What drives some people to violence is beyond me. Danny did absolutely nothing."Mike paused for a moment. "Lee, tell me the truth if you know it. Can we be changed back?"Lee shook her head. "I overheard Clayton talking the other day in Ops. The machine won't ever start again. He said we're stuck." Shit," was.