My other sissy is babette. She is in training and coming along. I foundher at work and she came to be in my service by her stupid actions. Aswith most...situations it started off innocently enough, some idle chat,an occasional conversation in the lunchroom, all innocent workinteractions. If it stayed with that babette wouldn't be with me but itdidn't. As she got more comfortable she got bolder and more sexual. Shewasn't my type and with some well placed questions and discussions I wasable to. They know you're grieving, so they give you space most of the time. However, one or two of your friends are really worried about you. You have been grieving for a while now, you know that much.Ever since your girlfriend passed, you've felt loss. However, as time has gone on, you're starting to feel... lonely. You want companionship again, and not just the platonic kind. You're craving another romantic relationship. However, these thoughts just drive you to feel guilty for wanting another. As far as I know, he hasn’t cheated on a girl since.”“Really?” Chelsea said, surprised.“Yeah. You helped him to grow up a bit.”“Not sure if I’m responsible for it. But I’ll take credit for it anyway.”“You deserve credit. You’re very warm and smart and beautiful. It’d be easy to stay faithful to you. Although, I have to say, you’re more beautiful now than ever.”Chelsea blushed. “Really?”“Of course. You must have been told that a lot.”Chelsea shook her head. “Not by girls.” This. There were many minds, but he was searching for one in particular. He recognised Aesia almost immediately. He touched her mind: Aesia, where are you? She was on the edge of unconsciousness.He sensed her pain and distress. Fury like a hot desert wind filled him. If the perpetrators were standing in front of him at that moment, he could have ripped them apart with his bare hands. He took a deep breath, forcing his pounding pulse to slow. He had to be calm and think clearly. The red cloud of anger.