This time though, a knife to your side provides a very painful epiphany: you had gotten too complacent.Jeremy had always been a hands-off kind of guy:...his hands were too good to be getting dirty “taking out the trash”. But he'd hardly been a sane and competent individual back in high school, and the addition of booze, drugs, tattoos, and violence into his life since then did nothing to suggest he was on the path to bettering himself.You were so focused on the knife that you had been unguarded. "What lovely words they are." I can write them down for you if you like." That might not be a good idea," she pointed out. "If someone got their hands on them, it might cause trouble later. I mean, probably not, but you never know. Let's just allow the song to remain in our heads until Billy Joel gets around to writing it." She was right, of course. Inez, I was learning, had very good instincts on time-travel issues. Then, she had one more point to add."You'll just have to keep singing the song. My high heels sounded too noisy on the polished floor so I followed my lover walking in small steps. He chose a place to sit, it was kind of private but not that private we could not be seen by those nearby.“Go on your knees and suck me,” he commanded.I did as told, enjoying the scene as if I were also an onlooker. I noticed some had taken notice of us and were paying attention to the cock filling my mouth and to my eager sucking. Once, when lifting my eyes, I saw a buxom redhead looking at us.. ’ The techs took immediate note of their instructions and carried on with the rest of their duties until Doc continued his inquiry on the status of the procedure. ‘What about the status of the persona implantation? Have any tests been completed in that regard?’ ‘We simply noted the time and frequency of her moaning,’ another tech replied as he brought the papers which contained the data to the head physician. ‘We figured that you would want to perform the tests yourself.’ Doc nodded in.