Whatever she opts to do, but for now, you remain here, an impotent slave, doing my bidding, hers, and that of all others,” I asserted through telepa...hy while drinking my coffee with gusto.“I favor a path to redemption, but not an easy one. My ex will have to work his way back into my good graces, one trial at a time. He must serve us ... for a year and a day. After that year and a day, I will determine his fate, whether or not he has earned or atoned his way back to my favor at all. Does this. He'd started wading in when he heard a shriek behind him. He turned just in time to see Linda being swept toward him by a large wave, apparently out of control and almost on top of him. He caught her body as she slammed into him and rolled with the force.She hadn't planned on hitting him quite that hard, but then, she'd had no idea he'd still be standing when the wave hit him. They came up exactly as she wanted them to: with his arms around her."Oh my God! I'm sorry, mister!" she said. Her eyes. I read a lotof romance novels and girl detective stories, along with classic storiesand historical tales as well. I was given Cosmo and other magazines ofthat type, and although secretly I turned my nose up at the articles, Iread them as I was told. Quite a lot of what I read, apart from thestuff on how to get a boyfriend of course, was interesting, and as timewent by I took a perverse pride in being as much like Rosemary as Icould and allowing her to live again through me.The guards ceased. We had both put away our computers after an hour and Sue got our drinks replenished as we drifted on the afternoon and deeper into learning about each other. “Your nails?” Sue nodded towards my right hand as she sipped at her drink. “You play guitar, right?” I glanced down at my hands. The nails on my right hand were longer than those on my left hand, a dead giveaway. It wasn’t the first time someone had noticed and I shrugged playfully. “I play a bit. Not too much these days. The nails are.