Yet. But I itch so ... I'm going through clothes like I had my own factory ... bigger and bigger ... rounder and rounder ... A breakthrough ... I grew...an inch ... I do not look like Marilyn ... no matter WHAT the boys say ... and gravity? Gravity hasn't caught up ... yet.Do the boys feel like this? Lost ... but oh so ... god ... this isn't fair. Oh ... they do? Thank you doctor! I made a step towards ... When I was on the boat ... in 1928 ... but I keep growing ... past budding ... past. " What are they doing?" They seem to be scanning us, sir." Just scanning? Any weapons signatures?" No weapons have been detected. At least they are not powered up yet, sir. They seemed to just be scanning us intensely, sir." As long as they are not doing anything more than scanning us, let them be. We wouldn't want to appear aggressive to them." Yes, sir." We are the Borg. Resistance is futile. Your life as it has been is over. From this moment forward you will service...us. Your technological. The nameplate on the desk, "Ms.Angela Masters", stared at him mockingly as he awaited his hearing.He sighed and began scrolling through his phone's menu, looking for anapp to play with. Moments later he heard sharp foot-falls striking thehallway floor outside. They grew louder until someone entered the room.Darius heard the door shut and soon Angela had walked past him."Hello Darius" she said while setting down her briefcase, thermos and astack of papers. She didn't even look at him as she. I was busy watching the usual Saturday evening game shows we watched every weekend. Eleanor was watching with me, only laid on her front on the floor in front of the TV. She was wearing her usual evening wear for a weekend. A long nightie, which she tends to wear more often than not, and a pair of baby pink knickers. I found watching the TV very difficult with her in front of me, my concentration being constantly broken by her fidgeting and trying to get more comfy. Every time I looked down I.