Well, that took care of one problem: now we could make any number of jumps without worrying much about frying out brains in the process. I looked care...ully at our little man, there was much I needed to talk to him about, but I would do so later.I nodded, “Okay - so where exactly does that leave us, now?”“Well,” the Doctor continued, “Not much better than we were before. While reversible, it does take some time, and we do have thousands of people as patients.”The uplift that had been in the room. They are wearing nothing as they eat and drink and I can see John reaching down and playing with himself. my Mistress sees' this also."John, is there something that gig can help you with?" she asks'."I do have to take a piss." Gig get under the table and help John with his problem. Don't let any get on the carpet!" she commands.I say nothing but get under the table and crawl to Johns' crotch. His cock is semi-hard as I take him into my mouth and wrap my lips around him. He puts his hands on my. The people, the ghosts, the zombies, the revenants that Dale had brought to their headquarters in San Francisco, all of them were the reanimated souls of people with enough force of will, enough personality, and enough raw grit that they had come back with intelligence, personality, memories.That was why Annie’s teeth ground together harder and harder as Dale said: “Now that we’ve secured the nukes in France, I want to begin reanimated and binding souls to the reactors in question. Local undead. I was wrong. Steven continued to perch on the edge of the couch by my knees, and we talked. After a while, he moved so my legs were in his lap, one of his arms around my shoulder, me facing him while he faced forward. His hand roamed over my back, up to stroke my hair, and down to rub my neck. Despite trying to pay attention to his words, his hands were distracting. I reveled in it. I discovered, sitting in this comfortable position, that I could lean forward very slightly and put my head on.