"Yes," said Bill and her rolled off her the file name for her.Out of the door came his ex-wife and stood at the end of the line. It was her he was sur... but he knew I couldn't be."Now we have all types here," his host was talking again as she walked down the line of girl. "If we take your ex-wife as a model we have blonde with a buxom figure, age twenty five, is that right?" Yes," agreed Bill, "but that's how she is now. Could we include younger ones too?" Anything you like," she smiled sweetly.. Claire and Drummond had invited Shanti to dine with them that evening as their guest, a gesture to get things off to a good start and to introduce her to their son and daughter. The young woman was seemingly reluctant but finally, upon continued urging, especially from Drummond, agreed.As she was dressing for dinner, there was a knock at Shanti's door. Pulling the sweater on hurriedly, she opened the door to find a girl only a year or so her junior, but with the appearance of someone much. .. She rolled to her back and stretched. It would be nice to have Michael now. He's good in the morning. Hell, he's good any time!She smiled and pulled his pillow to her and hugged it. She could detect the slight smell of him. She shivered, wishing the pillow was her husband, imagining she was holding him close while he was atop her.No! Forget it! she scolded herself. No reason to get yourself hot and bothered. Michael's not here!Groaning with disappointment, she tossed the imaginary. He drew his sword. I recognised it as one from a few months/200 years ago. Time travel hurts the language.A few minutes later the first guard returned dragging a middle aged woman. "Let her go," I said to the guard. "Are you this woman's daughter?" Yes I am. Is it time?" I'm afraid so. She is too far past my healing ability." Thank you for getting me, I know what to do."I turned to the guard, "You out. Both of you."They started to object and the one with the sword raised it to strike. I Called.