.her top came off. I stared at her pesky tits, so much that she noticed...followed with a slap to my face. "Get out, get the fuck out" she said. I fel... bad, worse when she saw my hard on. "Did my tits turn you on? Do you want to fuck them" she yelled. I grabbed my stuff and headed to the bathroom. Jamie grabbed my arm, looking at me..I told her that yes she got me hard. I went into change...got undressed. My thoughts of her naked wet boobs, to kiss them, to play with them. The door opened up,. Jon would drop her off every morning and return in the evening to pick her up. Sometimes they would go out to eat. Sometimes he took a change of clothes and would work with her for a few hours. A few times, he just took her back to the apartment because she was so tired. They bought a small camper size refrigerator so she would have a place to put drinks and food for lunches, and Jon gave her his cell phone so she could call if there was an emergency. Jon commissioned workers from a store. As she had asked ‘no messages,’ we talked. No late-night conversation, nothing. Only a 10-15 minutes chit chat during lunch hours, or sometimes if we crave, we call each other in the evening.“What made you late?” She asked while I entered the cafe.“Traffic,” I replied.She was in her casual office clothes, a simple chudidar. We ordered our coffee and started having our regular talk.“So, how was your day?” I asked.“Hectic, when you are leaving?” she asked, taking a sip.“Tomorrow. I have been. A random wisp of greenish vapor still eddied about the shattered plasta skull, though the incident was more than an hour in the past. Even a transfer-booth couldn't shift a persona at more than the speed of light.They looked up as he entered, picking up his ident from the ambient data-flow. He held a slight advantage there, since he already knew quite a bit about them from their records in Central Computer's memory banks. They were Liot Em-Tieller and Tjoller Flyn-Dec, the deceased's.