.finish what we started in that earliergrove?"I bobbed my head, even as my smart ass reply slipped from my lips. "Butwon't such a venture wrinkle my f...bulous gown?" Animals have fur for warmth as people have clothes. Yet our wonderfuladvantage over our furred brothers is when we wish it, we can shed ourclothes." Er, you want me to be ...naked?"She nodded. "As will I. Does this please you?" Yes," I whispered, "very much."She tilted my chin up so I looked in her eyes again. "Which of you. Something wasn’t right.“He ... she ... you ... it ... they...”“Pardon me? Who’s speaking?” Phil spun around, searching for who was addressing him.“Us ... them ... their...”“What the heck are you talking about?”“Excuse we. Speak us ... We this ... still work...”“Where are you? Who is this?”“This new. We work technique. One ... second?”The voice alternated between normal speech, grainy radio signals, and loudspeaker distortions. Phil rubbed his ear, trying to clear whatever obstructed his. Maybe he could keep an eye on her somehow and if the professor tried to molest her he could interfere and save her. And then maybe she would do fucking with him.For almost half an hour he cased Professor Kaspar's house looking for a way he could enter or even to see inside but he was unsuccessful. Then, as he was about to give up hope and go home a car drove into the professor's driveway. Miro ducked under the shadow of a tree and moved closer. It was Dean Fernandez and the college student. With Wallace’s wife continually flitting between their four homes, he seldom had to endure her company for too long, and her frequent absence was a great relief to him. Wallace had considered divorcing her, a very expensive option for him, but he actually derived an almost spiteful pleasure hindering her liberation. He knew that she would have welcomed the comfortable termination of their union, but this state of limbo actually suited him, for the time being. Wallace knew they would get.