I was irrational. I do not know what I would have chosen.”“What about now? What if Tranquility could be reversed?”“That is not possible. The q...estion is irrelevant.”“Actually ... well, just humour me. If you could reverse your Tranquility, would you? Assuming your abilities could be trained so that you were safe.”She sat quietly for a moment. “No,” she finally replied. “I am content with my existence. It is familiar. And I am safe, here, with the Wardens.”“Which implies you weren’t, at the. The outfit, which was the most crucial, was the one she would wear for the first meeting with Saim. Too tarty, she may be just given to his men to use as a toy. Too classy and that may raise suspicions. To be accepted as his new girl, they only had one chance to make an impression.Acting like two girls dressing a Barbie doll, Bridget was dressed and undressed, dressed and undressed until they finally settled on the one. Made up of a figure hugging blue skirt, that came halfway between her knee. The driver turned off the headlights and I listened to the car idle in the driveway. I looked at the clock again, 1:33 a.m. After an eternity, I heard Shannon quietly enter the house and put her stuff down on the dining room table. Her footsteps became louder as she approached the bedroom. She called out to me as she entered our bedroom."Jason? Are you awake sweetie?" "Hi Shannon, How was your date?" I asked with lust dripping from each word. Shannon slipped off her skirt and blouse and hung. I follow you back to your condo, and park. I follow you into the building and up to your place; relaxed again, anyone who overheard us would assume we are new friends just hanging out. Your husband opens the door and allows us both to enter first; the click of the door shutting and the lock being snapped home is the sound of reality setting in. We are alone now, just the 3 of us. We move to the living room, still relaxed and talking, but flirting a bit more, joking and throwing double entendres.