It took a moment for George’s eyes to adjust to the gloom and to understand what he was seeing. Before him, bent over and locked into a medieval-loo...ing contraption, was Abby. He took in the sight with some consternation. Damian approached Abby and placed a hand her up-thrust rump. ‘Hello again, Abby.’ Abby responded, her voice soft and nervous. ‘This will probably be our last session,’ said Damian, ‘one way or another.’ ‘Uh-huh.’ George could detect a tremor in his wife’s voice. Was this the. I cant go to Hawaii, I replied, the suggestion ludicrous. You can and you will, she said, her tone firm, as she stood up and slipped back into her heels. I stared at her stunned and stammered, I-I-I cant…. She bent down and put her perfectly red manicured finger nail to my lips. Sssssshhh, Cassie, she said, again using my shortened name, again attempting to show her power. The last piece of my non-negotiable contract is that the owner leaves for at least a week, so I am not dealing with him or. She too, was bathed in the light from my doorway.I immediately sought a credible way to explain away my nakedness. But she beat me to the point, by explaining her own presence. She had woken early, as was her custom, and had realised she had probably left her phone in her car. She had dressed, gone to her car, retrieved the phone, and was thinking of going for a short stroll, it being such a pleasant morning. Before getting back out of the car, she had seen a naked man approaching, under the. "Well Thor? If you know all that, then what is she?" Yes what are you?" Thor now asks me and his tone is losing thatfriendliness it had only seconds ago...fast."Promise on your name not to tell anyone and I will tell just you?" I so swear!" Not good enough by far...boy! Try the one, you know you should do!" Ihumiliate and demand from him."I Thor Odinson, swear by my true name and Asgard. That I will not revelwhat is told to me by you!"I slide into an old language, one he should know and ask.