"Yes," he replies. Silence. I look to Mr. Craven. He shrugs his shoulders. Then, "Dana Brooks. You go by the dancer name, "Cherry Delight," I believe....Is that not correct?" "That is correct, sir," I reply, unwittingly imitating his formal style of speech. "Then for the purpose of this inspection that is what I will call you. Is that alright with you?" "Um, I guess. Yeah, sure." He's a very handsome man with deep blue eyes, wavy salt-and-pepper hair, finely chiseled features and an athletic. I did not suggest it to you because you have not gathered the skill to do this until now. Let's see what you can actually make. Perhaps we can add material to your existing memory hidden in the bone of your skull."I worked much harder making memory crystals. A partition was put in that looked like the normal one that incorporated the entire crystal. The crystal was then shrunk in size. The capacity was compared to its size. It didn't match close enough and it was destroyed. It was much easier. It's supposed to besort of short."The bra was next. Picking it up, I studied the straps and clasp for amoment. Sure, I'd removed plenty of these from women over the decades.Putting one on myself shouldn't pose that much of a problem. I thoughtabout it for a second, then remembered a trick my girlfriend fromcollege had used. I grabbed the thick side straps and pulled themaround my navel, hooking the ends together. Then I turned thecontraption around, slipped my arms down through the shoulder. He felt that she needed the time away from him to sort things out. As the time went by, he was tempted to go after her, but his pride was in the way. He convinced himself that he was thinking about what was best for the both of them, and that Janet would see things his way in time. Time passed. Minutes turned into hours, and Shawn became very worried. He called Janet’s parents, her sister, and her grandmother, they all said that she did not visit them that night. He drove around the city,.