Your limbs feel numb and your eyelids are impossibly heavy, what the hell was wrong with you? Then, as though from far away, you become aware of voice...…“The transposition was successful, First. All life indicators for his species are within acceptable ranges.”The voice was clinically cold and very distant, you try to roll your head towards it but your neck fails to move despite your best efforts.“Good, good.” The second voice was warmer, somehow more… human. “How is its mind? Is it still. "Not anymore, my dear." Miriam nibbled on his ear. He groaned in response. "You think you want to be in charge all the time ... but you don't. You've wanted to fuck me since that first day you saw me in the lab, didn't you?"His response was a grunt. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head out from her bosom."Didn't you?" Yes," Holland gasped. "I wanted to fuck you from the day you showed up!" I might let you," there was a taunting tone to her voice. She pulled on his hair again. He. That was really scary thinking. Thank goodness Fi was holding his hand as he worked on attempting to bring life and coherence into the ‘flat’ first draft that his mother knew would bomb out but hadn’t the heart to be that judgmental, at least to him. Yes he needed Fi’s guidance and she wanted romance. It was up to him to make a real effort on both accounts. Perhaps if he paid attention and remembered another person was involved he could shine and be her boyfriend with a touch of romanticism.. ”Everyone laughed.“Could you unfold them?” Mel asked. “I parked in front of Charlie’s house. It’s like three blocks away, though uphill from here.”“Sure,” Sarah smiled and had the back seat up in seconds.We arrived not long after at a large, older corner house. Nothing special about it unlike the houses that surrounded the nearby Lake of the Isles that all seemed to have a contest about who created the most interesting architectural structure. Like those around it, it had a fairly large base,.