It bloody hurt. Why?Why was I stabbed? A man approached, if I’d been more aware I might have seen his gait, his look, his face all suggested somethi...g not right. Perhaps I could have switched to his mental waves and realised he meant to do me harm and another chapter in the legend of Don Johnson would have been written. But I didn’t see any of this, I just walked past him and as I did so the stiletto came out and plunged into my chest.“Arrgh! Oh! Arrrgh!” and collapsed. I was lucky in one. One of his friends wouldn’t do for this revenge to really be effective it would have to be someone your boyfriend hated. You had just the man for the job. He was a regular at the coffee shop you worked at who hit on you constantly and even brought you the inappropriate gift of a black thong for you on christmas. The gift and flirtation was not why you boyfriend hated his guts but because this man used to be his school bully and even though they were out of high school your boyfriend couldn’t. Next he looked at Zenobia. The patient pain in her eyes told him that he had waited too long to return to the arms of his family. Again as with the other older women he had chosen, Confederacy medical technology was working a miracle. Besides being morbidly obese when he had chosen her Zenobia had suffered from a mottled complexion. What caused it James wasn't sure but, one of the changes he had made was to smooth the woman's complexion out so that she had a fairly uniform silky black skin. "Why didn't you go to the police?"Merrigan stopped but didn't turn around. "I ... I didn't feel it was my place. I figured you had it handled." I didn't mean then, Merrigan. I meant after Tyson forced you to have sex with him."Merrigan visibly flinched. Slowly she turned around, the pained expression back. "He ... he didn't force me. I wanted it." Bull shit."Merrigan flinched again, and her eyes welled with tears. She sunk back into the chair, her head hung low. She was quiet for a long time..