I ignored the body of the middle aged man on the other bed. I went to dress and then used a remote to move the body and incinerate it. I had been aliv... or conscious for over five hundred years in a fifty bodies.To tell the truth I was getting tired of doing it. Sure the first ten years in a new body was enjoyable but there had never been anyone to share it with. Wars came and went and intrigue and spies were always part of it. I guess if I died in the line it would stop. I headed out and. I finished my pint and headed off over to the studio. Shock stopped me in my tracks as I reached the front door.The place was wide open. Even from the doorway, I could see at a glance it had been trashed. I rushed in, thinking the worst. There was no sign of Angela but the studio had been totally wrecked. The casts she had shown me that waited burnishing had been smashed. The floor was littered with shards of plaster; even the furnace had been toppled onto its side. My relief at not finding. I left shortly after and had to walk the entire length of his office window, some of the guys waved as I went. The next morning, feeling brave, I wore a thigh length summer dress and trainers to work. When I arrived, I heard whistles and felt embarrassed that I’d gone through with it. Once at my desk, it wasn’t long before Steve arrived for his usual, and he stopped to chat. “I didn’t think you’d come through for me” he said “Well seeing as it’s your last day and all” I replied. “You’ve caused. I was impressed, terrified and also highly turned on, despite my lack of sobriety. I could tell he wanted to move my hand away, and he could have, but he didn't. Instead, he sighed, whispering, "This was NOT supposed to happen. Damn."I chuckled and chuckled some more when my half-hearted ministrations began to take effect. As he was uncircumcised, he could not control his discharge (nor can I, to be frank; and I am uncircumcised as well). He began to ooze like maple syrup from a tree, and in.