I just wantedpeople to think I was drunker than I was for what I had in mind next.I noticed an old friend of mine sitting at one of the tables and tal...ingto a newer employee whom I'd only seen in passing. Jennifer had beenabout my own age and was someone I'd considered a friend. She was alsoone of the people I could trust to take advantage of what I was about todo.I sat down at the table without an invitation, and then slurred, "Thatdumb bitch messed with me... Nobody messes with me..." And. . he hated cats worse than dogs. Things like tying two tails together ... dousing them in turpentine and throwing the pair over a clothesline ... and worse.He hated guns in my first life ... so the idea of Daddy hunting pheasant in Grannie's fields ... impossible.But in this life he not only hunted ... he kept a Cocker Spaniel.In my first life he died in 1959 ... people wouldn't listen ... they wouldn't listen when I told them about the puppies ... or the things he did to cats."Charles wouldn't. Since she had volunteered for this singular honour, her life had not been her own. The Corporation owned her lock stock and barrel.Was it really only three years ago that she had answered the ad? What had it said? The crux had been one hundred and fifty thousand US dollars per anum. She could remember that much and the need she had at the time. The protection of a huge pharmaceutical company had also attracted her, it meant that her former lover’s financial legacy was paid off and nobody would. She would tell the woman anything she wished to hear.“Whatever,” Emma says. She walks away from the petite girl, ensuring that she sways her ass as she does.The teacher arrives to class shortly after Emma has taken her seat in the back of the class. He does his usual greeting and outlining of what they are going to be learning today. Emma yawns through most of it. The class is fairly simple but boring. Most of it is not taking and having to memorize names and terms. How this is to fit into her.