I wasnonplussed; I had been taken to the edge of my sanity and endurance yetnow it was as if we had returned from a shopping trip (albeit a somewhatex...austing one).Eventually Wendy stood up saying, "Clair, I must show you some newclothes I bought - come with me," taking my arm in hers and guiding meto the bedroom (she had booked a small suite to allow us the pretence ofa homely visit). Once there, Wendy put on a short dress and asked me ifI thought the length was too 'flirty'.From my perch on. The men were still able to fight women one on one.The women went one more step to put an end to that also. Since they were nowslaves, the men had to be naked at all times by law and they were equippedwith magnetic wrist and ankle bracelets. The women used the same ultra soundthat hurt the males so much to boost their mental capacity. They could activatethe magnetic bracelets and they would be lock so strongly that a man couldnot separate them. All she had to do was to tell him to have them to. Sweat's dripping into my eyes, and I can't do anything about it. Thank heavens I remembered to put on deodorant. The air's so stagnant and thick that I'd probably be stuck in a cloud of my own stink otherwise.Then again, maybe that's blood and not sweat. Feels a little thick for sweat. Guess it doesn't really matter. It all burns.Speaking of burning - I know it's summer, but this heat is fucking ridiculous. Maybe I should demand to see someone about it when I get to the pearly gates. It's bad. I'll check my calendar."How does she remember that camping trip better than he can? Is hepretending? I don't understand what they're up to. I had to trysomething different."Jerry, do you know someone called Ann?"He paused and gave a wry grimace. "Hm."I thought I knew what that meant."She fucked you over too, huh?"Then he laughed. "Nah, we're not like that. We're, ah, just goodfriends, you know." No. I don't know. Do you know she's pretending to be you?"He laughed again. "Well, yeah,.