It’s early evening, about 7:00. Maybe 7:30. I’ve been at a 3D shoot all afternoon. I didn’t win but I scored very high and did come home with some of the major prizes. The shoot was actually over at about 4:00 but I stopped in at my parents on the way home. I dropped the kids off there this morning on my way to the shoot and they have been having a blast all day, what with the horses and all. Dad asked if they could stay...

“Interesting…” smiled the Master as he quietly listened from just outside the room. And as he finally turned and left, he couldn’t help thinking that everything was going exactly to plan. Back in the room, Julie, at last able to stand, stretched and relieved the tightness in her shoulders and lower back. It felt so good. She examined herself in the mirror and was surprised at the colour and definition of the welts across...

Julie waited. Funny, waiting isn’t generally thought of as an active task. Waiting is usually a passive task. One expects an event to happen and until such time as it does, one does something else. But this waiting was not like waiting for the turkey to cook, and peeling potatoes in the meantime. This was waiting. Julie was actively, in the process of; waiting. And if you could see her, you’d know what she was doing. She...