"Class Eight. You're busted,sister."Daturn laughed like silver bells. "Oh, I don't think so, Officer. Ithink you two are going to find that everything...is absolutely okayhere." She made a gesture, and the air rippled.But not us. "I see we'll be adding 'assaulting an officer' to thecharges," said Sanderson."What th--" Daturn gestured again, with as little effect."Reality anchors," I explained. "Expensive, but worth every penny tothe department. You have the right to remain--"Then she got clever. Ernest, Frank… Letter by letter she continues to analyze the sounds and impressions. What is this? Dear god. Dear Jesus, sweet Jesus. George, Harold… She begins to suspect the answer is beyond her reach. She sends out fingers of desire, need, thought- tries to project them into her past, pull out something stable. The images seep through her fingers like fine sand peppered with doubt. Irving, Johnothan, Kenneth, Lyle… She has a deep envy of the living. She is tired of her half-existence. She is. And, you're getting hard again."Thule shifted a little, rubbing up inside of her, "Those two facts have more in common with each other than with the conversation."Dawn laughed, hugging him hard, "Flatterer."They might have lay in bed all evening, cuddling and talking, if Dawn's stomach hadn't grumbled rather emphatically just as the sun was going down."Hungry?" Thule asked."Famished," said Dawn."Why didn't you say anything?" I was enjoying the moment," said Dawn. "Who knows when I'll get to lie. "Two weeks. Every day I would come and visit him. We had sex at least two or three times a day. My handler had no idea I was doing it, my superiors had no idea I was doing it. He could have held me down and raped me, tortured me, done anything he wanted to me. I realised I had to do it though. He had information that would lead to dozens of arrests, save untold numbers of lives from misery." Except this isn't some low-life drug dealer. You want to get close to someone who is probably the most.