" Heturned to Grant. "Do you have a copy of the formula here with you?"Grant smiled. "I do. Would you like it?" Very much so," Gunther said. "I will p...esent it to my superiors in thePatriarchy - and if I have my way, your group will receive the full supportof the Patriarchy." He grimaced. "Trust me, you will need it."Grant gazed at his group questioningly, but from the looks on their faces hecould tell that none of them felt they had anything to lose by giving Guntherthe formula - his story. You’re amazed that someone could live like this. You toss your backpack on to the coffee table and try not to step on leftover gadgets and pieces of Sara’s experiments.In almost a flash Sara greets you wearing a nice summer dress while holding two bags of luggage. She gives you a rundown of things to do and its the usual stuff: collect the mail, water the plants out front, don’t open the small metal circuit breaker looking plate in the wall …ok, that last bit is oddly cryptic but before you can. " Is that why you did it?"She didn't answer, just shrugged."We really shouldn't have done that," I said. I wanted to pretend it had not happened. I sat up, pushing her aside. I climbed out of bed and stood firm right in front of her. I realized my cock was just pointing straight at her face. She looked at it and stared. I tried not to stare at her tits. "Okay, Lori, here it is. I'm sorry I asked for a hand job. I was out of line. I didn't think you'd do it. I wanted to scare you off, but I. 30/11/05--------Howard says there will still be something left of me afterwards. When he saw that this upset me he reassured me that I probably wouldn't be aware of it.All these times I wished I could be someone other than me and now it's finally going to happen. It feels like impending death, which I suppose it is. My memories will be gone, as will most of what makes me me. I'll just be the raw material for someone new. The real Martina.He tried to explain how it would work, something to.