“I’d have offered you a shower,” he said, “but I was afraid you’d catch your cold back in this weather.” The heater was on, and, by the ti...e they passed the county line, the car was warm.“I’m sorry,” he said. She wasn’t. She was just sorry this hadn’t happened months ago. He couldn’t date a student? What about the year and a half she’d been a seminary student but not his student. “I got carried away.” He wasn’t the only one. And not only figuratively. He’d carried her off to his bed. How. My eyes widened as I turned to look at my arms. Something green had snaked around my limb, holding it in place. Tug as I might on my arms, they were pulled out to my sides. My legs were bound to the floor. Whatever was binding me only grew stronger as I resisted.“I am Ferah Windleaf, officially, I shall be your Seeker tonight. However, I brought along someone special, originally just for me. But I think I’ll be sharing you tonight,” Ferah explained as her fingers moved to my arms. She moved. And as far as I can tell, he’s never abused that ability. He just knows everyone who comes into the bar more than once.“Anybody been moaning about being sterile, Slo?” I asked as I leaned against the bar.“Well now, everybody talks about it a little. Some happy and some sad. Micah Johnson over there next to the stage has been bragging about it some. Seems like he’s been conquesting the college girls.”“Thanks. What’s he drinking? I’ll take one to him.” Slocum handed me a short whiskey on the. Shesearched the bottom of the now nearly empty bag and found the first ofseveral thin boxes that held fine nylon stockings. With a contented sighshe stood and walked to her clothes closet.What shall I dress him in today, she mused. He fingers ran across thefabric of one of her off-while linen business suits and she quicklydecided something far more feminine was in order. She tugged at the hemof a rose-colored tea-length dress she had not worn in ages and wonderedif it would fit him. She thought.