”I was glad to hear my defensive babble stop.“She is stunningly attractive.”I didn’t answer.“…and smart, confident and witty. I wish I was...like her.” Emily was now looking at Almira, watching her simultaneously field a conversation about human interfacing in computer systems, the blatant sexual innuendos, and even the start of physical contact as one of the men appeared to be trying to read her palm. She handled all, with ease, and in a way that pulled the men in. She noticed me looking at. On a Friday, you take Sunny out for dinner at a fancy restaurant. The date goes well and you end up kissing outside your apartment for a few minutes.You have trouble sleeping and end up lying in until noon the next day. There's a text waiting for you on your phone - from Sunny."I can't wait to see you again soon~," it reads.Fuck it, you've got no other plans today so you go to visit Sunny at her apartment in Gangnam."You're here!" she says, when she opens the door. "I wasn't expecting you to. On the other hand, Kingston might just turn her over to Quince. All that was totally irrelevant if she couldn't escape.Jeff crouched down in the corner and crossed her arms under her breasts.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------"She does look cute. You picked the donor well, Mr. Quince."Jeff heard her voice speaking at a distance. That wasn't her voice, she realised. That was Bill in her body. Her eyes snapped open to see Quince and her old body. When he had drank or eaten to fill his belly, he would pick up the string and walk right back to the Path and the walking stone. It was said that if one strayed off the Path, he might never find it again for as long as he walked the Land of God. It was blasphemy for the Path to be revealed to you and then choose to leave it.So he would lay behind him a piece of string to always connect himself with the Path, even when not directly on it. He would do that because of strict necessity and only.