“Sorry, TJ,” she told me, after seeing the look on my face. “I wanted to watch the news. Big things are happening in this world. And big changes...come at heavy costs.”“I know, but not even a thank you? Just a click on the remote?” I told her.“Thank you, my love. Now help me move these pillows, so I can sit up and watch C-SPAN.”I helped her with the pillows, and then went downstairs to request breakfast in bed. Our contingent of guards had expanded into a full service suite, at the request of the. "Not only would that be a lot of work, just before we need to be fresh and ready for the Main Event tomorrow. It would also tip Barocca off that we're on to her." "The way I see it," said Ebony, "is that Barocca's either involved in some kind of a marathon on-line gaming tournament; or she's getting the mother of all downloads from some-where out there." "I'm inclined to believe it's 'games' all right," said Tiffany. "And I don't think it's going to be any type of game that we're going to. They had to skirt the huge city of Barcelona to the east, and in the town of Terrassa, they found a motel room for the night. Nobody knew them, nobody cared for them. They were lost between millions of tourists from all over Europe. They had dinner in a small, family-owned restaurant, and later they made love in their less-than-three-star motel room. It did not diminish the experience.At breakfast, on the next morning, Melanie was recognized by a British girl of perhaps sixteen. Melanie saw it. Somethingin this tea made her feel... different. Much more submissive and girly.It was odd feeling, but nice as well. She wanted to yell at him, to callhim a kidnapper and pervert at first, but after tasting that tea, shechanged her mind.But when Sentato's mouth goes a bit lower, Ranma can't hide her emotions.Her body stiffens. Yet before she says anything, Sentaro suddenly stops.He rises up and looks into her baby blue eyes."What's up, darling?" he asks with concern.Thousand words are running.