"The neural receiver isn't interpreting the thought fast enough." He took the device off of his temple and opened it. He held it under a magnifier and...waved a glowing tool over it. Then he reapplied it and looked at me again. A second later, my arm reached out faster, my hand missed the handle, and then I gestured like I was opening a drawer in thin air. "Now, it's misaligned," he muttered, pulling the device off and waving the glowing tool over it again. He attached it to his temple again. “So, did you just go back to your shift?” I asked hoping this might end the tale.“Eh, no. I, uh. I, em. I went to the bathroom for some, uh, relief.” She was again not looking at me as she was telling me this. Her face now fully flushed in pink and she was sitting awkwardly in her chair with her legs tightly crossed.“I eventually pulled myself back together and headed back to the nurse’s station. When I got back there, Renee had the balls to ask me where I was. Wasn’t I supposed to be. Will you pee on me?” It wasn’t an ‘out-of-the-blue’ request in terms of our relationship; Amy knew me and what I liked. There were no secrets but we’d never done anything about my pee fetish before. I’d been tempted to pee up Amy’s back when we’d shared a sexy bath in a local hotel… and she’d teased me a few times with texts and Skype messages during boring meetings at work to give me updates about the condition of her bladder, knowing full well the effect it would have on me.Amy shrugged. “If. In the ER Dr. Raymond was finally satisfied that Tom was ready for surgery and had the orderlies take Tom to the operating room.8:30 AMIn the morning Lisa woke up with a major headache and remembered what she had done and was angry with herself. She remembered the strange chill she had felt when Brad had tried to enter her. What was that all about? Had her conscience sent her a message to make her stop her destructive behavior? If that was the case, why didn't it happen sooner, before she let.