She clutches my hand tightly.“Who?”“The priestess. I have a special healing potion that will cure almost anything short of death. I’ve had it ...or years. But I promised Captain Beckett and my father I would only use it on myself or another member of the family. It’s a last resort when everything else has failed.“Giving me that potion was a rite of passage: realizing that people think you are more important. And promising to save yourself rather than those people around you who die so you can. “Hi there John,” she said. “So can I come in?”“Of course, come on in,” I said.“I hadn’t heard from you, and Lucy never mentions you at work. So I felt that I need to talk to you. Mark and I would like to see you two again. We had a great time,” she said.“Not to mention there is a very small pool of swingers in Rosedale?” I asked.“Even in the whole county.” she admitted. “I admit that, but we couldn’t have found a better for us than you two. You both are great lovers, but you aren’t going. We had booked a suite in a local hotel but it was late in the eveningbefore we were able to take advantage. For the first time in manymonths, a locksmith had been commissioned to remove both my collar andchastity device. But my poor bits would have to be woken up with thehelp of doctors and we were too exhausted to deal with them that night.We just cuddled in the bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.The next morning we had an appointment at the happy holiday moodhospital, where tests were. It was extremely difficult to lie there really still when there was so much I wanted to ask, but I held my tongue and waited. She looked me over and then her eyes narrowed, as she seemed to notice something below my chin."Tell me, what is this symbol that you wear?" she asked me in a soft voice.At first I didn't know what she was referring to but then realized that she must be talking about the Pentacle I usually wear under my shirt. I don't normally display it, so it had probably fallen out.