“This is your front door. As you can see, it opens on another street. There’s also a place in the garage for you, if you get a car. Let’s check ...ut the apartment.” The apartment was not as spotless as the house upstairs, although it wasn’t bad. The living room furniture was fairly new, and so was the dining room stuff. The kitchen had the basics: range, fridge, microwave, dishwasher. There was even an apartment-sized clothes washer and dryer. I’d sort of forgotten about those. As far as I knew,. His wife had died of a rare blood disease. They hadn't had children. He never found anyone else that he could be serious about. So here he was at forty-eight, overworked, and on vacation alone.I couldn't believe this handsome, charming man was alone. When I told him that he told me that he found it strange that I was too.'No one new in your life? No boy toy even?'I laughed long at that one. A boy toy for me? A forty-seven year old, mother of two, divorced of one? No, not me I told him.'Well,. She hung on my neck and her hips twitched as her own orgasm burst through her. She sloppily kissed me and almost run back inside."Where have you been?" hissed my sister."Just outside getting some air," I said."Have you been perving with one of my friend?" she hissed."Yeah, but only one," I laughed."Who?" she asked, looking around to see who was missing."I don't know," I said, "didn't get her name."She looked at me for a long time then laughed."You're kidding right," she said and moved off.It. I had completely forgotten that I had to go back. The last few days had been bliss. Being with Elena had been the best thing I had ever done in my life. We were meant to be together, but now everything was ending.I did not want to leave, but it was inevitable. Recall - the alternative to go willingly would scramble my brain irreversibly and I’d be spending my life in padded walls in Old Brunswick. Not taking the chrono-capsules would do that to you.What was I going to tell Elena? How could I.