Daichi Jones was the name it gave him. Yet he knew that hadn’t been true the day before. No matter how he wracked his mind, he could remember no mor... than that it wasn’t the name he had. His original name eluded him, as it had the entire day thus far. Daichi’s gaze returned to the city and it’s people. All of it and them changed yet no one the wiser. No one except for Daichi.“What the actual fuck.” A quiet cry, all the more plaintive for it despite the harsh words. His morning already spent in. Finally, she stirred, and slipped on her panties and sweater again, and got up. "Just remain right there, Mr. P. I have to find something to do a whipdown with. I'll be right back" She first went to her bedroom as he watched her slip on a short skirt, showing her shapely strong legs to full advantage, then smiling at him as he watched her go into a small kitchen, she disappeared from sight as he heard her opening drawers and cabinets. "Now where did I put that?" he heard her ask herself.. Meiersdottir and I have talked," he said testily. "I thought I had made our position quite clear, doctor," he told her. "And I must say I found your deliberate mischaracterization of that position last evening highly offensive." What a pity," she replied in a voice utterly devoid of sympathy. "I can only imagine what you'll think of this, then. Carlie, make the call." Who's he calling?" asked Mallet."For right now, only one man. Manfred Vogl." She turned to Watesi and Yuan. "You both know who. His hands traced your curves through your electric blue dress, a touch to ignite the fire deep within. His growl told you what he craved. The passion of his kiss and the way his hands felt you fuelled a hunger that you knew and enjoyed so well."We can't," you gasped but the desperate words were futile. For you knew what he wanted, what he craved. His hands explored and soon pressed up between your thighs, the hem of your skirt ruffled around his wrist as his fingers claimed you.His hot breath.