And as I stared, a tiny flicker of new thought entered my mind. Soon that flicker became a bonfire and then a raging inferno. I knew that it was Lisa....Somehow, someway she had escaped the grave and followed me home. My rational mind tried to tell me that was so much shit but the other side was having no part of it. Lisa was on the outside trying to get in. And she has been trying ever since. Every night I lie awake, listening to her tapping. In the daytime, I think about sneaking out to the. Never having properly experienced pain, I was forced to defer to his judgment.My first thought of significance upon waking is that the world has suddenly slowed down. My thoughts are sluggish and unfocused and my senses ... my senses ... this is ... overwhelming. Even though I am still in the nanite pod, too many things are happening at the same time and I can't deal with it all ... can't process all the inputs.I feel my breathing increase dramatically as I close my eyes, trying to stop. Finally dressed, I was sipping a cup of coffee while waiting for the town car I had scheduled when Lucy and Christine walked into the kitchen.They were beautifully, gloriously nude.“David, can you stay and play with us today?” Lucy asked, wrapping her arms around my waist and rubbing her breasts back and forth across my stomach.Christine came up behind me, pressing her breasts to my back and began nibbling on my ear lobe. In my ear she whispered, “Angela told us about her walk on the wild side.. "Mr. Davidson will see you now," the receptionist said after a few moments. Betty stood and adjusted her clothes before walking up to the heavy wood door. Betty knocked softly, afraid of what may lie behind this imposing door. "Come in," came the voice from inside the room. Betty opened the door slowly and peeked around it. "Come in Ms. Andrews," Mr. Davidson said. "It is Ms., correct?" "Y-yes, Sir. I am divorced," she said, uncomfortably. "Have a seat Ms. Andrews, please," he said. Betty sat.