She ordered another half carafe of Medoc and coffee and considered her situation. It was eight o’clock. Check out was noon tomorrow. She was due at ...harles de Gaulle airport at two pm for her flight to Amsterdam and onwards to the other side of the world. She was packed, more or less. It would take no time in the morning to complete those formalities. So she could afford to wake at nine am and order breakfast a la carte in her little courtyard suite and still have plenty of time. Her nipples. I wasn’t feeling so left out now ... now that I had someone to talk to. And Daya, it turned out, could talk! She could talk enough for all of us. She was kinda bubbly and talkative once she got to know you. She was also scarily smart. She didn’t say what her new project was.Dave and I paused on the driveway in front of Daya’s parents’ garage, looking in through the door that Daya had just lifted. The garages were all in a low row in the alley-way behind our back gardens. Every wall was covered. The doctor calmed down when he saw that at least this dull, dim and simple-minded moron knew it was a stupid question. “Colonel, I want this man yesterday. I’m actually still trying to figure out why it took you or your team so long to notice these abnormalities during your interrogations and report them up the food chain, but your own notes and video sessions clearly show the unique qualities of this man appeared as soon as you began your enhanced interrogation techniques. You were either too. I wrap her bloody neck with gauze pad and adhesive tape. Now I remove my mute patient's clothing--all of it, cut away from her slut body, she will never wear a stitch again. The body is not bad looking: although very freckled, slightly chubby, she does have some decent sized tits---but they need to be better. Saline injections do a great job temporarily, making them balloon out;we can work on the more permanent silicone implants later. Her pubic hair needs permanent removal---I had ordered her.