I wasnt like we want to do something, or get drunk and travel in space and time, but we just wanted to be there with something to wet our mouths. The ...ooh and my friend were looking at my attractive girlfriend with the scanning eyes, checking her from head to the table... cause her legs were under. Around 00:00 we were all drunk, some of us were drunk as f.ck, I wasn't (of course I wasn''t) but I think my girlfriend was. She went to the toilet. To pee. But there was only 1 toilet for man and. "Good morning. You look nice this morning. Going out?" "Why, thank you, Sir. Just a little shopping. Then meeting my friend Andrea for lunch. Do you need anything?" "No, I'm good." "Any big plans for the day?" "No. I am going to mow the lawn this afternoon, but that's about it." Jess looked at her watch. "Well, I have to run. See you later, Sweetie." She kissed me on the cheek, turned and headed for the door. I watched as she walked away, her ass swaying as she walked. Man, she looked good in. Or a bug in the software' she ponders. Suddenly the Master's vibrators resume at full power, sending the now alert Sandra into a frenzy. A few seconds later it turns back off. It turns on, causing her to thrash again, then off. It repeats this cycle three more times, but on the third burst instead of turning back off it starts pulsing rapidly at a low power. Sandra curses herself into her gag as she realizes what's happening. When programming MasterOS she based the software on an AI. She spotted few men. What would become of these people in 52 days? She knew the answer to that, as she had the fate of hundreds of other victims on previous assignments.Death went hand-in-hand with time-travel. On TTRA assignments, at the very least. Truth was, morbid curiosity seemed the deciding factor in most commercial ‘vacations’, as they’d come to be advertised. World War II battlefields, sites of volcanic eruptions, massive destruction wrought by earthquakes and hurricanes; a favorite.