I got dressed went down stairs and set the table ready for herreappearance, wondering what sexy outfit she would be wearing when shecame downstairs.Dr...ssed conservatively in black slacks and sweet little yellow top shecame into the dining room, she went to the fridge took out a bottle ofChampagne, passed to me to open I poured two glasses and we toasted toour new lives.She asked me if I had any regrets and I could truthfully tell her that Ihad none whatsoever, we spoke about why I wanted to. The slabs of me he places on the shelf look almost like uncooked steaks. Occasionally he'll put certain pieces into the top of the faucet-shaped thing, which I quickly realize is a meat grinder, as I see it pour chopped me into the large plastic bowl. Great, I'm being butchered like a cow. I guess I won't need my meat in my new metal body I'll be getting, but the idea of being butchered like a cow feels almost insulting.As he frees bones from my legs, he puts them in the trash bin by the door.. Sylvia was a pretty girl, standing only 4′ 10′, barely 95 pounds, she had never developed a bust, in fact the bras were too big for her small breasts. All she had really were nipples, she kept her pubic hair shaved clean, so when she stood in front of a full length mirror, she was looking at what looked to be a very young girl. She knew men loved that sort of thing, and was hoping that she could use it to her advantage if need be. It took her almost an hour to find the address, it was down a. I could only guess how badly the Cville town manager was getting his ass reamed this morning. His immediate response last night was a serious error on his part. It also prompted my announcement of the grant in retaliation for being interrupted. The grant was to be part of later private negotiations, but then I was worried that Qtown might jump and follow his lead. For the moment things were settled; tonight there may be whole a different take on things.In Section 12 Ben had arrived before me.