She flashed me a quick black glance and then her dark eyelashes swept down on her cheeks. 'Not me,' she said 'I make my own plans. I don't risk being taken up and dropped again.' 'You told me to risk it.' I reminded her. 'That was for you,' she said 'I would not live my life as you live yours. You would always do as you were bid. I am not like you. I make my own way.