"Jim?" he said. "How is this possible?" It's possible because though we believed I had forced my mind back intomy own body on the Enterprise by sheer ...orce of will and wrested controlfrom Janice Lester, I had done no such thing. Janice let me do it. Shenever intended my return to my own body to be anything other thantemporary. The link between us remained and could only be undone by themachine here on Camus II. Later, when she was strapped into Khan'sbrainwashing device, her original. A couple of them were interesting, but none of them were the true Alpha male, I'm going to fuck your wife right, type of guys. I almost gave up on my search when I got a response that proved promising. Instead of me interviewing him, he was interviewing me to find out if my wife was good enough to be his bitch. After exchanging some pictures he told me to give him her number so he could start chatting with her. A few minutes later, my wife's phone started buzzing and I told her "honey, you have. I was working in the library on a bright spring day, two weeks before finals and one week before my publisher wanted my new paper for peer review. I was on the fifth floor of the library, sitting in one the study cubicles surrounded by paper, the story of my life, even today. There were also volumes of philosophy of science, including Kuhn's The Structure of Scientific Revolutions.I heard the door from the stairwell close in the background and the very soft patter of feet. I had not been paying. “OK. I’m going to take a shower if that’s all right. Still feeling kind of a chill.” he nodded and I saw a look of relief in his eyes. The water was hot and felt great against my skin, so much in fact that what had meant to be a quick shower turned into over 30 minutes. As I dried myself I could hear faint muffles through the door. At first I thought it was Ben talking to his wife but soon realized that it was the sounds of a man jerking off. My brain was screaming at me to wait until he was.