"She laughed. It touched her eyes, a deep soft brown."That's okay. I'm kind of used to it." So ... that was pretty cool the other day. You know, when ...ou beat me in sprints." Yes, I remember," she said evenly."How long have you been swimming for?" Since I was old enough to hold my breath in the water." Oh, that probably explains it."Her eyes flashed--something. I couldn't read it."Explains what?" Why you beat me." I beat you because I got dropped in a pool earlier than you did?"If I hadn't been. "She smiles. "The memory is retained, though buried." She pushes her cold palm into your chest. You reach out to grab her arm a full couple of seconds too late to stop her, by which time you're already on the ground on your back like an overturned turtle.She stands over you., "Forget who you were, if you remember it. That person no longer exists. I created you to do a job."You manage to flail yourself back to your feet. You reach out a hand to touch the woman's floor-length hair. She doesn't. ”That was news to me so I asked, “But she never seemed to eat much here.”Louise said, “Auntie Masha she was just trying to avoid being embarrassed.”Gwen added, “That’s right. You wouldn’t believe how much she complained at work about how she was always hungry after she left here. She would stop by a fast food place on the way home and get more food to eat.”I blinked and said, “That SUKA! No wonder she was so fat!”Louise asked, “Masha, what’s a suka?”I blushed and explained, “It’s Russian for. "Shit!" Brenda exclaimed, looking at the clock. She phoned Perotto's Italian Restaurant, just eight blocks away, and instructed the hostess to deliver the best meal they could make in under an hour."Tell Mrs. Perotto to handle this personally," Brenda told the hostess. "Including the delivery," she added as an afterthought, since Mrs. Perotto was a matronly, middle-aged woman, and Brenda didn't have time for any more sex right then. "If you can pull this off, there's a hundred dollars extra for.