Mike and I'd had a long-standing flirtation that had only gotten more explicit over the years. I knew, when I called him a few weeks ago and asked for...a tour, that he would gladly oblige me. And boy, did he. But more about that later.Greg and I were walking the stairs to the porch when Mike came to the door. "Hey, Linda", he said, giving me a warm hug. "Hey, Mikey", I said, a little too casually, I suppose. A broad smile appeared on Mike's face. "This is Greg, my fiancee. Greg, this is Mike.". We left for home silently as I realized I was stuck looking like this for either three months or forever. The alternative was to go back to being my old androgynous obese self.Paul tried to cheer me up by asking what I wanted to do. He asked if I wanted to go to the beach or the mall and look for babes. I said I wouldn't mind going to the beach for a swim but I couldn't because I didn't have anything to swim in. As far as looking at babes, I just had no answer for him. Every time I looked in. I was able to use my arms to push my blindfold down, so I could see my surroundings. I was standing on my toes, trying to reach the knots with my teeth, trying to pull my wrists through the ropes, anything I could think of to free myself. Nothing worked. Exhausted, panting, I gave up and stood there wearily, wondering what was going to happen to me next. Looking around, I could see that I was in a fairly large room, no windows, only one door. The walls and floor were covered with soft. , in his playpen situated in the corner of the control room. "We need to select an outer world so I can program yours and Mark's ID chips correctly against your database entry and bank accounts I set up for you, Arron."Mark spun his chair round to face her. "You haven't told me what name you gave me yet, I assume Mark Fuller is not going to work in Grojan?" Oh sorry, with everything else that has happened I forgot. There is a name that sounds similar to Mark, and as you have bonded with Varna I.