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</div>The day kept getting more strange and more stressful, Karl noted.  For a moment, he was tempted to think that things could not get worse, but that would have been a lie.  Then, almost on cue, the pregnant woman seemed to have dozed off and then had a nightmare.  Karl then heard Grace call to him from the main hall.  He rushed out of the parlor, leaving Lucia and the pregnant woman there by themselves.<br/><br/>Between the powder room and the parlor, Grace was kneeling down next to 'Abby the Explorer'.<i>God in heaven</i>, thought Karl,<i>now what</i>?!?!  He knew that whatever it was, it probably wasn't anything that Grace had done because Karl was her '<i>Enforcer</i>' and she loved how threatening he could look and be.  He hurried his steps, wondering if she suffered from epilepsy or something....  Abby was slender, so he believed that the odds were good that it wasn't diabetes, but he could be wrong.<br/><br/>Karl took Grace's place next to the woman and knelt next to the woman on the floor.  Her skin was cool to the touch.  He quickly checked her wrists, to see if she was wearing any kind of medical alert bracelet but did not see one.  "No medical bracelets on her wrists," he said to Grace, letting him know his thinking before his next move.  Then he told Grace, "I'm going to check for a necklace."  The maid uniform was loose on Abby, so Karl had no trouble pulling on the fabric and looking at Abby's chest.  The bra seemed a little 'off' in size, but then not everyone was as exacting about their clothing as Grace was.  Karl suppressed a smile.  He was about to say, '<i>Nothing there</i>' but there were breasts there and they were perfectly sized for the woman's frame.  Instead, he said, "No medical necklace.  This might be the first time this has happened to her."<br/><br/>He looked at Grace and she looked very human, not at all like a 'boss'.  It was good to know that she could look like that, he thought.  Karl then explained what he planned to do as he took off his jacket and his vest, "Her skin is cold, I'm going to cover her and lay next to her to try and warm her.  It's about the best I can do since we don't know how she got this way.  We need to call an ambulance or the fire department to come out here...."  Karl thought about the storm outside and wondered if the Fire department and the local ambulance companies might already be busy.<br/><br/>*  *  *  *<br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Lisel felt a hand touch Rikkie's shoulder.  She could also sense that Cordelia had been active.  For now, Lisel wanted to avoid Cordelia.  Lisel had felt herself getting stronger, but she didn't want to waste the strength that she'd been gaining over the last week.  Fortunately, Rikkie had been an easy conquest and Lisel's control of Rikkie was becoming easier.<br/><br/>At first, it had been strange for Lisel, finding out that Rikkie was a boy who wanted to be a girl.  But then Rikkie found that Lisel had memories of feelings about what being a real girl was like and Rikkie wanted to know those feelings.  Rikkie had originally been conquered by Lisel, but now Rikkie was more than willing to help.<br/><br/>Rikkie turned to face whoever had touched her and was relieved at the sight of the other woman.  Speaking through Rikkie to this other woman might be a little garbled, like speaking through and interpreter, but it could be very very helpful if the brunette would aid them.<br/><br/>Using Rikkie's sleepy and soft voice, they said to the woman, "There's a key in the study... to a hidden chest.  I need to lead you to the chest and you can open it...,<i>please</i>?"