Yet, I had nothingto do with it. Some quirk of nature. Some act by something outsideall that we know or think we know. Where is my old life? It's t...tallygone and buried. I have nowhere else to go. Should I tell her?Would she believe me? Should I lie and say, it's all right,everything is just fine, I've just had a lot of time to think aboutthings and I realized they had to be different? She knows the truth.At least a part of it. I know she knows. And I think she realizesnow, that I see. Cynthia had felt feelings the night before that she knew a married woman should not be feeling. She had felt her face blushing when she noticed Andrew glancing at her boobs and realised that she was not wearing a bra. She was just about to go and put one on when she realised that she hadn’t packed one. With nothing else to do, she decided to ignore the fact that her top was clinging to her boobs giving Andrew and anybody else who bothered to look a spectacular view. Cynthia felt herself. This has been her life for the last four months. The only respite she gets from this position is to eat and that is only once a day. Of course she is still healthy and fit, the scientists here make sure her meals have every bit of nutrients her body needs and then some. Whatever they have been feeding her, strangely enough, has even reduced her bodily wastes.With what feels like eternity, the only door that she knows of finally opens, casting a large and bright light into the room. The light is. You're even going to speak French!" Great idea!" laughed Vince. "We're going to have to go mingle. Youtwo can join us if you want. Feel free for the rest of the night."With that he helped his wife up and they left. Chris and Jo looked ateach other."You don't sound like the Joe I remember." Began Chris."And how did you manage to get your voice so deep, Chrissy?" Gasped Jo."And that beard looks so real!" It feels real," grunted Chris, giving it a tug. "It's well glued on.But have you had a.