." It is our honeymoon, isn't it? I wonder how long it will last?" Matthew, it might last a long time... When I was in the Manufacturing room last nig...t, I wasn't just searching for condoms, I was exploring. Another name for that room might be the Medical bay. There are selections for growing new limbs, repairing spinal and neural damage, even something listed under medical called quantum cleansing, with a recommended minimum annual frequency. I think it purges toxins and repairs and. Mel looked up at me from the ground, a confusedlook taking over his face."You fucking pervert, you change me back right now!" I demanded, my facered with embarrassment. I was still feeling the shock of him stroking mygenitals, and I hated it."Well, I guess you're not completely perfect, so let's get this show onthe road, shall we?" he said, collecting his supplies. Once more, he puthis pen to the book and began to draw. As if commanded by a puppeteer Ifound my arms drawn to the hips I couldn't. Samantha returned her gaze, watchful and alert. She froze. She stared in awe as a lion stalked into the moonlight. She edged closer to Joshua, whose arm tightened protectively around rising up and across her chest to hold her close and silent.She stared as the lion paused, sniffing the air, advancing slowly majestically into the clearing. Far higher on the bluff and on the far side of the river, they were safe enough. Samantha found herself suffering from nervous tension at the sight of the. I am sitting on my balcony, my soft winter robe around me. The newspaper is anchored beneath a carafe of coffee. This is the best place to be on a Sunday morning. I have a section of the paper on my lap but I am not reading. My mind can not let go of the past few hours… or most of the rest of the past for that matter. I have showered the smells of last night off of me but I can not remove the sensations. I take a sip of the hot coffee and close my eyes. This only brings things back more.