Silvia." You nod. "He asked if you could stay here in the lobby until he is ready?"You take a seat and wait. Our appointed time comes and goes. Profes...ors and students walk by and all admire you, discretely. Ten minutes after we are supposed to meet the secretary asks you to go down the hall to my office.I open the door. I am dressed in a light grey business suit, blue shirt and tie. The blue of the shirt seems to accentuate the blue in my eyes.Without a word I take your hand and usher you into. But I needed a cab if I wanted to catch her before she left for lunch.The cab dropped me opposite her place on Connecticut. I paid the cabbie and turned to cross the street. At that moment I spotted her exiting the building. She was clearly headed somewhere. Even in the middle of a herd of people and across a busy thoroughfare her beauty stood out.Dashing out into DC traffic is a death sentence. So I hit the speed dial. She paused, looked at her phone. And then she hit the decline button. At. ‘Yes. It hurt. It stung.’Rachael turned her head back to face him and giggled. ‘Aww, did the mean girly hurt your poor wickle face?’Her words and tone brought a fresh blush to his cheeks. He looked at his hands, tightly clenched before him. He was speechless as he attempted to make sense of her actions. One minute, she seemed genuinely sorry that she had hit him harder than Andy, and then the next she was mocking him for it.‘Don’t be a wimp,’ she said. ‘It was just a little slap.’‘I know,’ he. John, on the other hand, paid dearly for his arrogance. He was made aslave-- sex, panty, and toilet. Feminized despite his masculinity, he wasmade to wear panties which he was destined to forever soil for theamusement of his current Mistress; for whom, too, 'loads' would beworshipped (both hers and his), her every whim, however humiliating,obeyed without question on command.The Grey time travelers, clad in their bio-mechanical suits, "forever"scramble to make things right. Each change, each.