” That’s not exactly the work of a supposed genius-level intellect.She chewed, feeling a cherry tomato explode in her mouth. But the timing feels ...oo perfect for that not to be the case. They broke up a few weeks ago—Well, Will broke up with her—and then the day that he drives me to school she goes out of her way to knock me over.Her brows lowered. I can’t get over how upset she looked afterwards. Is she really that good at acting? She’s been wasting her talents by not trying out for the plays.. .. you knew about this before we left? Why... why did you do this to me?" I sobbed. "It's a long story", said Bob. "You see, I've worked for the CIA for years, for my whole adult life. We were working on this project for counter intelligence. Just think of how effective the brain transfer could be in the spy biz. The cloning option was an okay idea, but we didn't think it would ever really work. But the mind transfer, now that was something. We knew if anyone could help us finish this project,. We didn’t look anything alike, a constant source of anxiety for an introvert like me. Madison was blonde, I had darker, chestnut-colored hair. I guess we were both pretty, but in a different sort of way. Or maybe I was cute and she was hot. She had the flamboyant, flirting personality while I was the dark and brooding artist, more interested in my sketchbook then boys. She belonged as Prom Queen or Head Cheerleader, though both sorts of posturing were beneath her. I guess I was more the shy,. Raquel walked in and closed the door of the stall behind her, hoping no one would come in and find her now. She looked at the floor revolt in her mind as she realised what she would be kneeling in. Slowly she knelt on the floor trying to find a dry patch and avoid the other mess on the floor.?She looked up at the assistant above her who just nodded, her eyes moved down to his crotch where a large bulge was already noticeable in his trousers. Raquel undid his trousers releasing his dick.