"A mind swap," I answered her."That is impossible, I have never heard of such a thing," said theshocked Mildred."It is possible and Helen, I, Dean and...Jennifer are the proof," I toldher."You don't mean?" Mildred asked moving her index finger between Deanand Jennifer."Yes, us too," said Dean. "We have decided not to switch back." I don't believe a word you are saying," complained Mildred."I'll prove it to you." I then told her something that only I wouldknow. "Remember back when I was thirteen. She has had a long time to perfect her skill, and she can bake pretty much anything. Being the Mrs. Claus comes with a very long life. Some may say that it is great being in such a position or being, next to Santa himself, the most important person come the holidays. Some would argue that it isn’t all milk and cookies and can be a dreadful existence. Aislin will not give you a direct answer on whether it is a good thing or not. If anything, she is content with her life. It could have easily. This really seemed strange."Are you Slave #39?" the older man asked me."Yes, sir," came my tentative reply."Good," he said. "Let me explain things. This other gentleman and I, we're representatives for The Syndicate." He opened his folder. "We understand that you are wanting to sign an 18 month contract extension. Is this true?"My eyes bugged out... they were going to sign me!? I was dumbfounded. "I... uhh... sir, I thought... I was under the impression that... a representative would come to my. There were attachments to add guy wires but supposedly they weren't needed unless the pole was forty or more feet tall. Putting the blades back on it was the biggest pain and that wasn't even much bother.I made the cable connections, climbed down, buried the cable out to the edge of the plateau, and then unrolled it until it hit the ground near my cave's entrance. I even had a shit load of cable left over.Back at the ranch I had to spend some time attaching clamps to keep the cable out of the.