A moment later, a rather nondescript man, about my age, and two teenage girls walked into the room. Lisa giggled as they walked in."Dressed for the oc...asion, I see!" She giggled as she looked at the girls, obviously her sisters. Then she remembered her manners."Daddy, this is Patrick. The woman on the couch is his fi... fian... they're going to get married. Her name is Megan. She has been hurt. I'm sorry; I don't know any of the other's names." Suddenly, she couldn't hold back her excitement. Becky took the bottle of wine that Jamie gave her and brought it to the kitchen. I saw Jamie looking at Becky's ass as she walked away.I went over and greeted Jamie with a quick hug and a kiss on her cheek. She seemed a little uncomfortable around me as well, maybe even a little scared. I was somewhat unsure how this night would end up; perhaps Becky was pushing too hard.Jamie was dressed in a pale blue blouse and a knee length white skirt. Her makeup was tasteful and she was wearing a nice,. ...*****On that cue, the rest of the pre-programmed 'trap' sprung to life.The medical database at the Knowaire General Hospital obligingly dumped the EEG frequencies into the Cray at the NSA, which crunched the numbers rapidly while integrating the data from the modeled projection created via the Cray at the HGP. The two XMPs 'chatted' for an eternity - nearly two whole seconds - before reaching a consensus.The information was quickly collated and reformatted into the data provided through the. Like I said; a soap opera. And, like all soaps, this story needed a villain. I was more than happy to step in.I approached her one night at her apartment--inviting myself over with the ruse of needing to discuss the perfect birthday gift for my wife--armed with photographs of Anne and her ex-fiance taken only the week before.It's not that I wanted to cause Anne any distress. It's just that I wanted her."What the fuck? You followed me!?!" she screamed."I did. You'd been acting... differently,.