"***Emmett came back to the apartment pissed off. He immediately found the catand grabbed her by the neck. "I know what you're up to, cat. You're goin...to fix it back or end up at the pound," he threatened.The cat merely hissed back at him. "I'm serious," Emmett said.The cat struggled to get free of him scratching up his hands. Emmettdropped the cat and got the travel container. As he did, he suddenly feltsick and collapsed on the floor. Looking down, he saw his hands becomesmaller and his. .internalized." And that means....what?" I mean, if my theory is correct, her remote, and mine, might stillaffect certain external features such as skin and hair pigmentation,that sort of thing, but it appears the electrical surge may have carriedthe more delicate programs directly into the nannites themselves, andbonded the program to her own neural net."In short, she may now have some degree of mental control over theprogram itself. It may be subconscious, or it may be conscious, but. Each call had ended when she felt herself aching to touch or to be touched. She had spent the day in a constant state of arousal. He played with her senses .. knowing how much she would need him by the evening .. and in the final call instructed her to prepare for him when she got home. She had felt herself blush in the office as she listened to his words. She was to take off the suit and shirt, wrap herself in her black silk japanese gown and be waiting for him in the kitchen when he got home.. "I've waited a long time for this." I say softly, you just murmur and we loose ourselves in time.We both notice at about the same time that the music has stopped. For how long we neither know nor care. You pull away, "Give me ten minutes Lover." you say. Turn and walk down the corridor towards the bedroom.Ten minutes, ten minutes! A long time, an eternity for some. Now, did you mean exactly ten minutes, approximately ten minutes? Oh god decisions, decisions. I wait, time passes, so slowly. Then.