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　Then　one　night　I　woke　with　her　sleeping　beside　me。　We　slept　often　on　the　floor；　which　she　preferred　to　the　bed。　Beds；　she　said；　reminded　her　of　marriage。　Anyway；　that　night　she　was　lying　under　a　quilt　on　the　carpet　of　my　room；　and　I；　simply　out　of　adoration；　was　watching　her　face　in　sleep。
　If　one　has　given　oneself　utterly；　watching　the　beloved　sleep　can　be　a　vile　experience。　Perhaps　some　of　you　have　known　that　paralysis；　staring　down　at　features　closed　to　your　enquiry；　locked　away　from　you　where　you　can　never；　ever　go；　into　the　other's　mind。　As　I　say；　for　us　who　have　given　ourselves；　that　is　a　horror。　One　knows；　in　those　moments；　that　one　does　not　exist；　except　in　relation　to　that　face；　that　personality。　Therefore；　when　that　face　is　closed　down；　that　personality　is　lost　in　its　own　unknowable　world；　one　feels　pletely　without　purpose。　A　planet　without　a　sun；　revolving　in　darkness。
　That's　how　I　felt　that　night；　looking　down　at　her　extraordinary　features；　and　as　I　chewed　on　my　soullessness；　her　face　began　to　alter。　She　was　clearly　dreaming；　but　what　dreams　must　she　have　been　having。　Her　very　fabric　was　on　the　move；　her　muscle；　her　hair；　the　down　on　her　cheek　moving　to　the　dictates　of　some　internal　tide。　Her　lips　bloomed　from　her　bone；　boiling　up　into　a　slavering　tower　of　skin；　her　hair　swirled　around　her　head　as　though　she　were　lying　in　water；　the　substance　of　her　cheeks　formed　furrows　and　ridges　like　the　ritual　scars　on　a　warrior；　inflamed　and　throbbing　patterns　of　tissue；　swelling　up　and　changing　again　even　as　a　pattern　formed。　This　fluxion　was　a　terror　to　me；　and　I　must　have　made　some　noise。　She　didn't　wake；　but　came　a　little　closer　to　the　surface　of　sleep；　leaving　the　deeper　waters　where　these　powers　were　sourced。　The　patterns　sank　away　in　an　instant；　and　her　face　was　again　that　of　a　gently　sleeping　woman。
　That　was；　you　can　understand；　a　pivotal　experience；　even　though　I　spent　the　next　few　days　trying　to　convince　myself　that　I　hadn't　seen　it。
　The　effort　was　useless。　I　knew　there　was　something　wrong　with　her；　and　at　that　time　I　was　certain　she　knew　nothing　about　it。　I　was　convinced　that　something　in　her　system　was　awry；　and　that　I　was　best　to　investigate　her　history　before　I　told　her　what　I　had　seen。
　On　reflection；　of　course；　that　seems　laughably　naive。　To　think　she　wouldn't　have　known　that　she　contained　such　a　power。　But　it　was　easier　for　me　to　picture　her　as　prey　to　such　skill；　than　mistress　of　it。　That's　a　man　speaking　of　a　woman；　not　just　me；　Oliver　Vassi；　of　her；　Jacqueline　Ess。　We　cannot　believe；　we　men；　that　power　will　ever　reside　happily　in　the　body　of　a　woman；　unless　that　power　is　a　male　child。　Not　true　power。　The　power　must　be　in　male　hands；　God…given。　That's　what　our　fathers　tell　us；　idiots　that　they　are。
　Anyway；　I　investigated　Jacqueline；　as　surreptitiously　as　　could。　I　had　a　contact　in　York　where　the　couple　had　lived；　and　it　wasn't　difficult　to　get　some　enquiries　moving。　It　took　a　week　for　my　contact　to　get　back　to　me；　because　he'd　had　to　cut　through　a　good　deal　of　shit　from　the　police　to　get　a　hint　of　the　truth；　but　the　news　came；　and　it　was　bad。　Ben　was　dead；　that　much　was　true。　But　there　was　no　way　he　had　died　of　cancer。　My　contact　had　only　got　the　vaguest　clues　as　to　the　condition　of　Ben's　corpse；　but　he　gathered　it　had　been　spectacularly　mutilated。　And　the　prime　suspect？　My　beloved　Jacqueline　Ess。　The　same　innocent　woman　who　was　occupying　my　flat；　sleeping　by　my　side　every　night。
　So；　I　put　it　to　her　that　she　was　hiding　something　from　me。　I　don't　know　what　I　was　expecting　in　return。　What　I　got　was　a　demonstration　of　her　power。　She　gave　it　freely；　without　malice；　but　I　would　have　been　a　fool　not　to　have　read　a　warning　into　it。　She　told　me　first　how　she　had　discovered　her　unique　control　over　the　sum　and　substance　of　human　beings。　In　her　despair；　she　said；　when　she　was　on　the　verge　of　killing　herself；　she　had　found；　in　the　very　deep…water　trenches　of　her　nature；　faculties　she　had　never　known　existed。　Powers　which　came　up　out　of　those　regions　as　she　recovered；　like　fish　to　the　light。
　Then　she　showed　me　the　smallest　measure　of　these　powers；　plucking　hairs　from　my　head；　one　by　one。　Only　a　dozen；　just　to　demonstrate　her　formidable　skills。　I　felt　them　going。　She　just　said：　one　from　behind　your　ear；　and　I'd　feel　my　skin　creep　and　then　jump　as　fingers　of　her　volition　snatched　a　hair　out。　Then　another；　and　another。　It　was　an　incredible　display；　she　had　this　power　down　to　a　fine　art；　locating　and　withdrawing　single　hairs　from　my　scalp　with　the　precision　of　tweezers。
　Frankly；　I　was　sitting　there　rigid　with　fear；　knowing　that　she　was　just　toying　with　me。　Sooner　or　later；　I　was　certain　the　time　would　be　right　for　her　to　silence　me　permanently。
　But　she　had　doubts　about　herself。　She　told　me　how　the　skill；　though　she　had　honed　it；　scared　her。　She　needed；　she　said；　someone　to　teach　her　how　to　use　it　best。　And　I　was　not　that　somebody。　I　was　just　a　man　who　loved　her；　who　had　loved　her　before　this　revelation；　and　would　love　her　still；　in　spite　of　it。
　In　fact；　after　that　display　I　quickly　came　to　acmodate　a　new　vision　of　Jacqueline。　Instead　of　fearing　her；　I　became　more　devoted　to　this　woman　who　tolerated　my　possession　of　her　body。
　My　work　became　an　irritation；　a　distraction　that　came　between　me　and　thinking　of　my　beloved。　What　reputation　I　had　began　to　deteriorate；　I　lost　briefs；　I　lost　credibility。　In　the　space　of　two　or　three　months　my　professional　life　dwindled　away　to　almost　nothing。　Friends　despaired　of　me；　colleagues　avoided　me。
　It　wasn't　that　she　was　feeding　on　me。　I　want　to　be　clear　about　that。　She　was　no　lamia；　no　succubus。　What　happened　to　me；　my　fall　from　grace　with　ordinary　life　if　you　like；　was　of　my　own　making。　She　didn't　bewitch　me；　that's　a　romantic　lie　to　excuse　rape。　She　was　a　sea：　and　I　had　to　swim　in　her。　Does　that　make　any　sense？　I'd　lived　my　life　on　the　shore；　in　the　solid　world　of　law；　and　I　was　tired　of　it。　She　was　liquid；　a　boundless　sea　in　a　single　body；　a　deluge　in　a　small　room；　and　I　will　gladly　drown　in　her；　if　she　grants　me　the　chance。　But　that　was　my　decision。　Understand　that。　This　has　always　been　my　decision。　I　have　decided　to　go　to　the　room　tonight；　and　be　with　her　one　final　time。　That　is　of　my　own　free　will。
　And　what　man　would　not？　She　was　（is）　sublime。
　For　a　month　after　that　demonstration　of　power　I　lived　in　a　permanent　ecstasy　of　her。　When　I　was　with　her　she　showed　me　ways　to　love　beyond　the　limits　of　any　other　creature　on　God's　earth。　I　say　beyond　the　limits：　with　her　there　were　no　limits。　And　when　I　was　away　from　her　the　reverie　continued：　because　she　seemed　to　have　changed　my　world。
　
　Then　she　left　me。
　I　knew　why：　she'd　gone　to　find　someone　to　teach　her　how　to　use　strength。　But　understanding　her　reasons　made　it　no　easier。
　I　broke　down：　lost　my　job；　lost　my　identity；　lost　the　few　friends　I　had　left　in　the　world。　I　scarcely　noticed。　They　were　minor　losses；　beside　the　loss　of　Jacqueline。　。　。'
　
　'Jacqueline。'
　My　God；　she　thought；　can　this　really　be　the　most　influential　man　in　the　country？　He　looked　so　unpre…possessing；　so　very　unspectacular。　His　chin　wasn't　even　strong。
　But　Titus　Penifer　was　power。
　He　ran　more　monopolies　than　he　could　count；　his　word　in　the　financial　world　could　break　panies　like　sticks；　destroying　the　ambitions　of　hundreds；　the　careers　of　thousands。　Fortunes　were　made　overnight　in　his　shadow；　entire　corporations　fell　when　he　blew　on　them；　casualties　of　his　whim。　This　man　knew　power　if　any　man　knew　it。　He　had　to　be　learned　from。
　'You　wouldn't　mind　if　I　called　you　J。；　would　you？'
　'No。'
　'Have　you　been　waiting　long？'
　'Long　enough。'
　'I　don't　normally　leave　beautiful　women　waiting。'
　'Yes　you　do。'
　She　knew　him　already：　two　minutes　in　his　presence　was　enough　to　find　his　measure。　He　would　e　quickest　to　her　if　she　was　quietly　insolent。
　'Do　you　always　call　women　you've　never　met　before　by　their　initials？'
　'It's　convenient　for　filing；　do　you　mind？'　'It　depends。'
　'On　what？'
　'What　I　get　in　return　for　giving　you　the　privilege。'
　'It's　a　privilege；　is　it；　to　know　your　name？'
　'Yes。'
　'Well。　。　。　I'm　flattered。　Unless　of　course　you　grant　that　privilege　widely？'
　She　shook　her　head。　No；　he　could　see　she　wasn't　profligate　with　her　affections。
　'Why　have　you　waited　so　long　to　see　me？'　he　said。　'Why　have　I　had　reports　of　your　wearing　my　secretaries　down　with　your　constant　demands　to　meet　with　me？　Do　you　want　money？　Because　if　you　do　you'll　go　away　empty…handed。　I　became　rich　by　being　mean；　and　the　richer　I　get；　the　meaner　I　bee。'
　The　remark　was　truth；　he　spoke　it　plainly。
　'I　don't　want　money；'　she　said；　equally　plainly。
　'That's　refreshing。'
　'There's　richer　than　you。'
　He　raised　his　eyebrows　in　surprise。　She　could　bite；　this　beauty。
　'True；'　he　said。　There　were　at　least　half　a　dozen　richer　men　in　the　hemisphere。
　'I'm　not　an　adoring　little　nobody。　I　haven't　e　here　to　screw　a　name。　I've　e　here　because　we　can　be　together。　We　have　a　great　deal　to　offer　each　other。'
　'Such　as？'　he　said。
　'I　have　my　body。'
　He　smiled。　It　was　the　straightest　offer　he'd　heard　in　years。
　'And　what　do　I　offer　you　in　return　for　such　largesse？'
　'I　want　to　learn　…'
　'Learn？'
　'…　how　to　use　power。'