He lay in the oil, growling with pleasure, humans didn't know how to pamper their bodies, bathing in small cramped tubs. He stepped out of the oil poo... and stood on a special pad, that absorbed the dripping oil, he used another special absorbent cloth to wipe the excess oil from his body and stretched again. He padded into his sleeping chamber, physically and emotionally worn out. Virlane slept for a full 24 hours, waking feeling refreshed and with a sense of well being, after breakfasting on. And you feel the sawdust that clings to the back of his hand. He doesn’t speak as he leads you to the door. For just a moment you hesitate as he starts to lead you in. But you walk behind him and in your heart you know that you can trust him. You don’t know why. But you have never known anything so surely in your life. You step through the door and you are greated by a magic chamber. Scented candles burn in every corner. Their soft light moves in gentle waves, drifting back and forth across. "Mark, I think ... I think we need to be more careful about our powers. About whom we use them on." What do you mean?" I asked."Mark, you've broken up people's marriages and relationships. And who knows what other consequences have happened. You raped that girl, too." I flinched at her words. Mary took a deep breath. "We could use our powers to help people. Make their lives better. Not destroy them." So, no more fucking any woman I want?" I asked her, pointedly."Well, no," Mary frowned. "Just,. What is it, cashmere or something?"Kirstie stood, stunned, for at least 20 seconds before she whispered, "Angora..." AnGORah," Cat repeated. She canted her head, studying Kirstie. "What, doesn't your vegan compassion extend to yaks or goats or long-haired possums or whatever the fuck they make angora out of?" They're rabbits, and they aren't harmed," Kirstie was infuriatingly earnest. "They aren't even sheared, just combed. This sweater is a charity thing. The money goes to Rosco Rabbit.