Tony had kept true to the updated schedule he gave me last week. Two pours had been done for the NE/SW runway. A slab of concrete 50 feet wide and 800... feet long was down.I stood at the end of it, looked to the other end and just thought, "Wow"; on paper it was just numbers. Standing there looking down that slab put the immensity of what we were doing into prospective.The text that he had sent me said, "Everything went great. We are going to pour on Sunday and Tuesday to finish that runway.". Her blouse only had two buttons on it and only one was done up. I tried not to stare at the swell of her breasts that showed between the openings of the garment. She didn't make it any easier for me to ignore those partially hidden delights when she sat at the table opposite me and lent forward.Sally was slender. Not thin in anyway, but I guess the correct term would be trim. Seeing her exposed stomach showed that she had absolutely no excess fat and the flare of her hips was just perfect. She. He probably wasn’t even at the table for all of a minute when a fake blonde more or less attached herself to his arm. ‘Hi there.’ ‘Hello.’ ‘Wanna buy me a drink?’ ‘Why would I wanna do that?’ He had to ask nicely. This girl was oozing take-me-home-and-fuck-me. That didn’t necessarily mean he was interested. He was just here out of curiosity. He wasn’t looking to score. ‘Well, there are two reasons,’ he gave her an arched brow to indicate he was listening, ‘first, because a lady should never. When it came down to it, the Group’s rats were a brute force complex solution to the issue of memory management of someone secretly enslaved. The hybrid persona was the elegant solution to the same problem, and that was ensuring all the memories you want hidden are not retained in the normal unmodified persona.Both methods used a copy of the original persona, but while the hybrid used a third enslaved persona to control everything, the Group enslaved the copied persona and used a rat to manage.