So when you need to get high, find somebody and fuck him." What the fuck? But it worked, after a fashion...Thing was, I wasn't a good fuck. I was a fr...gging zombie and I had bad habits. I'd never been a big money whore in the first place; I was just a collection of holes that guys paid money to masturbate in. That didn't change right away -- largely because it REALLY didn't occur to me that it had to. Well, it did, as it turned out -- you see, these guys all had old ladies; they weren't losers. . Oh God, help me.As she looked around through Sarahs eyes I saw myself. Standing at the bar with Mike, Paul and good old Malcolm, I was laughing as I chatted to my mates. How I wanted to be really there with them. I wondered who was in my body, who was controlling my being.The old man... He was there! He stood near my old body. They were alone together, they started to talk but I could see that their lips never moved. I could hear them, I could hear their thoughts as if they were speaking. It was a simple little app that people would have on their phones. It would scan meta-data during your everyday activity and then use all manner of personal data combined with the data collected to make a prediction for your day. While it was only once per day, the app was able to make incredibly precise predictions, since it knew also everything about the owner.Now John found himself not able to join in on the new fad. He was walking through the mall, trying to find some cheap substitute for. They had to hit the practice tees by ten our time. Tom said he hadn't been able to get a hold of Michael. James Jones was available Thursday as was Ralph Ayers. "If it's okay with you, I'll meet up with George and Bob in the morning and drive to your house about seven-thirty." That's fine with me. Thanks, Tom, I appreciate your help. I really want to save the Eagle deal. It really pissed me off about Potter distancing himself from me." John, I hope that's the last of it, but be prepared. You.