I look like I have been designed for seduce, I look like a sex machine, and my painted hair and red nails are like an identification badge saying that...I am a hooker, that I am always ready for sex.Well, I have to do something, I am not gay, and I won?t use the ?fucking talent? of this body. Maybe if I am her, she is me perhaps we had swapped bodies. Fuck!! Maybe she is acting like a girl in my body. I have to call myself.There's no phone in the bedroom, I have to search for one, there's two. But I could do nothing. Frozen to the spot, all I could do was watch as my wife was lifted onto the desk’s large, varnished top. Seeing my helplessness, something within her seemed to snap and with a hard, determined expression on her face, she leaned back on her elbows.As her deep blue eyes burned into mine, her unspoken words filled my head:This is all your fault. Your weakness and dishonesty put me here; don’t you dare look away now. I hope this humiliates you every bit as much as it does. He had been Grey Eagle's constant companion since we had arrived in Phoenix."... and I swore him to secrecy," Grey Eagle continued uninterrupted. "I did not want to make a self-fulfilling prophecy, and I hoped that it was a false dream, but it has come true. The Puma has fallen, and now it is time for the Grey Eagle's song to end." What are you talking about," I blustered, not willing to believe that he, too, was dying. As the oldest among us, with health care what it was, I should have. Inside were two tiny black spheres with a hole through them. These were to be pinched over some fibre optics cables to sample the information coming and going but could also transmit themselves. The next part was a small fibre glass perf board with a chip mounted on it. The electronic board looked to have been made here on earth and I guess it was but not by humans. It intercepted signals in the computer and inserted its own. In time it would decompose and very little information could be.