"Chris and I sat in our wagon, mostly crying and holding each other. You were gone. No one can survive a sandstorm. How many times have we heard that ...ince we have been here? Finally the storm ended and we heard the all clear when I felt funny, I looked at Chris and she seemed all right but as more time when on I felt more and more detached from everything. Soon I didn't think much about anything, it was like I was in a daze. Then in front of us was Ali. He was talking to us, telling us things,. It basicallysays that your body is now the property of NTI and that we could sue youfor billions of dollars if you disclose any of the information I'veshared with you here or if you share your body or any of your biologicalmaterial with any other companies seeking to create similar technologies.I don't think I have to warn you the sorts of consequences that wouldawait you if you fail to return the documents with your signature.Also enclosed in the additional envelope you will find several. They had no way of knowing, surely they wouldn't have guessed. I smiled as I thought of the humiliation I could imagine my wife feeling as the stream turned to a steadydrip.We sat for a while, not talking, then my wife took me by the hand and forced me out. I managed to hide my hard on behind her as we walked out into the cold clear air of the pool."I can't believe you made me do that!" She laughed out as we jumped into the pool, cold water suddenly surrounding my body. She wrestled with me,. . okay...” she panted, buttoning the jeans. They fit tightly enough that she didn’t need a belt. She stood there, barefoot, looking at his back. “You can turn around now.”Bob, trying to lighten the mood, tried a joke. “You made me promise I wouldn’t watch while you got un-dressed. You didn’t say anything about when you were getting dressed again.”Brenda didn’t quite know how to feel. At least twenty doctors had seen her naked. She’d always felt a little strange, as they poked and prodded,.