Gotta be." Look, Sarah, I can't tell you, it wouldn't be right." Boy, are you bright red. It is Greg." You have to promise me you'll never tell a soul..." Have I ever? Of course I do." Okay, yes, it's Greg. It started a few months ago. Oh, Sarah, sex is so good. Just wait. It's way better than you can imagine. Getting off by yourself is nice but just wait. When a guy goes down on you, oh, you just don't know. It's the most sexy thing in the world. You'll have an orgasm like never before. Oh, and. The room was absolutely normal. The lights were on, artificial gravity was active, the air was clean without any traces of smoke, and even the floors were spotless. In a way, the very normalness was creepy. Only two things were off. One was an odd sound or vibration in the air. It was not a vibration like engine firing or metal vibrating; it was a sound you heard, not felt. It seemed to be everywhere and sourceless, an almost subliminal murmuring. The other thing was the lack of people. For. I uncontrollably started to sing to the music that was still playing in the other room as I was preparing to finish the shower. Next to the bed, I had laid out a skin tight dark red shirt, above the black knee skirt and black laced undergarments. I figured I’d run an errand before noon, run by a supermarket and have a reason to ask what I should prepare for dinner. Get home and start that up, get myself ready and have some spare time before 8PM. After a quick pre-bed shower, I slipped some. I have to make a more sterile area then I can commence. It shouldn’t take me more than an hour. Please relax Doctor.” Sheila told me as again she was moving at blinding speed erecting a small room around the table I was on. Then she was outside of it or I thought she was as it grew quiet for a bit. Then suddenly she was back. Indicating the strange box she built, she said, “As soon as I activate this I will have approximately two minutes to remove the tracer before it explodes.”“Explodes,” I.