She spent the morning with an agent while I made phone calls and handled my email. We met again for lunch, then headed to the airport for our flight h...me. She’d found a couple of promising properties and was waiting for the agent to get to her with answers to some questions before deciding which one we’d take.September 27, 1996, Chicago, Illinois“Are you fucking kidding me? Why the FUCK would we do that?”“Because it’s a path to seriously hurting Dante. What do you think will happen if he grows. There we go. Now, you have two choices. You can be converted with the Converter here. Or you can be Atomized with this. Your choice. I really don’t want to have to clean up any more remains, so those are your options. Choose wisely, my friends,” I instructed the mere twenty or thirty odd survivors of the assault.“I ... will be converted,” Jessamine Wilcox, Milan’s elder daughter, agreed.“Jess ... no ... don’t! It’s the Mark of the Beast. You’ll never come back from that!” Milan warned his. This time it seems to have convinced the foster care reps that I was serious about taking care of their charges. I accompanied the children to space and returned to Earth for my next assignment.That evening I drove to a wild animal park that billed itself as "we ain't no zoo!" My contact was Doctor Jodi Sergeant. Doctor Sergeant was in her nineties and had been a veterinarian for over sixty years—she had become an animal doctor before it was fashionable to be a professional woman. I don't think. He kissed her neck and let his hand move down to her flat stomach."Oh Sam, I love you so much." His hand moved to her hip and then on down below the short leather skirt. The fishnet pantyhose covering her thigh felt exquisite under his fingers and his hand moved to her inner thigh.Samantha grabbed his hand and pushed it away. "No Tommy." Sam I just want to please you," he said."Let me use my hand on you okay?" You're so sweet," he said. The room was now quite warm and he lifted the comforter.