The group doing the tour didn’t seem to notice the bus driving off.We rode for maybe half an hour before coming to a city large enough that it had s...me subway tunnels. Amelia must have gotten exfiltration details that included boarding the next subway train that arrived. The train was empty, as was the station, which further let me believe whoever made this plan was very good at getting things how they wanted. Our ride was longer than I expected too. We did pass stations where people were. Crossing the street, I dodged a car or two, getting a blast of a horn for my troubles, but I arrived at her table and grinned down at her. She looked up as my shadow crossed her face. And there it was. That crooked Sheryl Crow smile."Carlos. How are you? Sit, sit."I did sit. And then took her hand."I tried. You know, they don't give out personal information to students about instructors? What happened to you, Teresa. I tried." Don't be a silly boy, Carlos. You had no reason to get involved in. Someonefrom the car was brain dead, I selfishly prayed it wasn't Liz. I heardthem saying something about a "tissue match" and an "ideal candidate",but I wasn't able to speak to ask what was going on. Before I heardanything else, I was sedated, and fell into a painless sleep.That is, until they cut my head off. That woke me up, and was certainlynot painless. For an instant, I felt massive stinging pain, thennothing. For 8 seconds, I had full consciousness and could feel myselfbeing moved,. Don’t you?’ I nodded. She let her robe swing open, and she was naked. ‘Too bad you don’t have some of these…’ , she said as she lifted her breast up and smiled at me. Her breasts were big, and without a bra they hung down slightly. In fact her body looked older, still attractive, but older, a bit less buoyant than she had looked in the bodysuit. She patted her hips and traced her fingers along mine. She kept pacing around me, in smaller circles, her robe flapping around her. I watched her.