" Reading? Did I miss something?" He calls it reading. He's in the playpen and recites a story while turning pages. He gets the first 'Ant and Bee' ri...ht most of the time." Our boy genius!" I need to look at your arm." I took off my shirt and Weena examined the angry-looking swathe. "You've overdone it." I guess so. I wore the sling most of the time." You're healing well. We'll start exercises tomorrow. Oh, daddy called. He's home in Margaret River. Mary's fine. The river's a bit low." I. Arial was trembling with fear and still crying from being soupset. She was stunned that her brother had been involved in the kind ofactivities described to her. She was an extremely innocent girl and Byron haddone an excellent job of hiding what he did from her family. She rememberedwhen she had met Blake before, he had seemed like such a gentleman. She hadeven thought he was good looking and had looked forward to when he visited. Shereally didn?t know what to expect from the 2-year arrangement. This hadn’t been his post-mortem, but he frequently would make the autopsied bodies ready for a funeral home. He prided himself on his technique, making sure the families of the deceased would not be aware of the necessary cutting his job demanded. He removed the organs from the body cavity, laying each one out with care. He wrinkled his nose, the smell of formalin much stronger than it should be. Sorting carefully, he isolated the offending organs: liver, kidney, heart. The remainder seemed. Resolutely, she got out of her chair, and went downstairs to get something to eat. A light lunch was in order -- nothing too heavy, she didn't want to get sick later -- but she didn't want to pass out either.Finally it was time, and Trisha's heart was beating hard as she thought about what was going to happen to her today. The experience was going to be exquisite, that was for sure, but she'd never gone this far before. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too far, but if it was, well, there wasn't much.