“That was really good thinking!”“I’m a fan of spy novels,” Brea said with a touch of sheepishness. “Tom Clancy is one of my favorites. He ...alls it the Canary Trap.”“Why didn’t you mention this before?” Liz asked. I couldn’t tell if she was upset that she was left out of the loop or if she was mad that the decision was made without her input.“I wasn’t sure it would work,” Brea said. “And, to be blunt, this was a professional decision. It wasn’t to look out for Travis, specifically. It was to. Hunger was the least of her problems, food had no appeal. She curled up in the blanket, trying to stop the images in her head. No use; they flooded her brain. A raging torrent of memories which wouldn't be denied anymore.Walking home at fourteen, hand in hand with her first boyfriend. She wasn't popular, her clothes the cheapest her mother could buy. Her mother bought clothes for durability not fashion, she could still hear the whispers and laughs of the other girls as she walked past. Her. Time passed slowly but I enjoyed it. Harold, the pot-bellied, middle-aged, and bearded bookstore owner exuded positive vibes. Just get near him and you ended up smiling. Customers loved him because he loved them. I was busy and wasn't shy about admitting I liked the attention, too. But part of my pleasure was dampened by Sasha. Had I made a mistake encouraging her into our relationship? I worried I had. Was she having regrets now? If so, how could I help her find a face-saving way out? That. Most of what you see will be holograms. Only us, a few basic pieces of furniture and your lover will be real.” “O-okay,” I stuttered. For some reason, learning about the holograms made me more nervous than the prospect of having sex with a dog. Thank god I had an outfit to put on or I would have spent the next few minutes—or hours—trying to figure out why I felt this way.I made my way to the changing room. It was a small space with a single locker, a bench and a mirror. I locked the door and.