The TV came on with the AI seemingly looking at her. “May I be of assistance?” it asked in a voice so natural that Charlotte was hard put not to b...lieve she wasn’t conversing with a person.“I...” she started before clearing her throat. “Uh, I was told that I could ask for a wake up call from you. Sometimes I sleep rather soundly.”“Certainly. What time would you prefer?”“Uh, about five A.M., I guess. I need to get up in time to help with breakfast,” she found herself explaining, much to her. ”“Thank you.”Turning to the two Ambassadors, she said, “Ambassador Julliard and Ambassador Lorenz, I need to speak to both of you.”“Franka’s answer to your demand that we negotiate a peace treaty has not changed. We’re no longer at war with you, so there’s nothing to negotiate.”“Frankly, our government is getting damned tired of you demanding that we surrender. Our patience is about to run out,” Ambassador Lorenz said.“This is your last chance, Gentlemen.”“Fuck off,” Ambassador Lorentz said. “Eleanor, in all our years of marriage... I never would have thought you would be capable of doing something this strange and, honestly, repulsive.” He started. “I… I… I know what I saw…” Eleanor said with little conviction, “Maybe… Maybe Riley’s body wasn’t different…” She continued, furrowing her brow as she recollected her memories of that night. “This is ridiculous, listen to yourself, honey, you’re back tracking and changing the story now.” He said with little regard to her feelings, “I. Sandra moved down the aisle slowly, stopping every now and again to feel the material of a garment. She thought about how it would feel against her skin; she imagined how the panties would hug her flesh and how the bra would hold her firm breasts. Sometimes she would take a hanger off the rail and hold it up to picture it on her. “What would Steve say when he saw her in this?” she would say to herself. She grabbed a black and red lace panty and bra set off the rail and began to hold it up when.