And anyway I didn’t flatter myself that he was interested in me anyway, just because he looked at me. ‘Maybe that’s just the way he is, maybe he... looks at everyone like that,’ I thought. Plus although I supposed I was a reasonably attractive woman, I am certainly not looking my best when I’m dressed for the lab – no make up, hair tied back tightly, glasses on, safety goggles perched on top of my head, big shapeless lab coat. Hardly an outfit that screams “sexbomb”. Not that any of my outfits do.. She never said, but it was after mom and dad took her out to dinner without my brother and me. But since I’m a guy and all, I’ll be getting something different.I already know what it is, but I need to explain something first. My grandmother who everyone calls grams - even my uncles - or maybe HER mom before her, started the tradition. This was back in the olden days before there cars, when folks around here mostly rode horses and trains, according to my cousin.Anyway, mom’s side of the family. ‘Hey, what are you-‘ he cut her off by planting his lips on hers. She stopped fighting and moaned into his mouth as his tongue probed hers. ‘Mmmmmmm…’ Her cheeks flushed, and she felt warm pressed against him. Lost in the moment, he loosened his grip on her. ‘Idiot.’ She thought. Before he could even come back to reality, she slipped one arm out of his grasp, reached behind her and pulled out his handcuffs, closed one on his wrist and cuffed him to one of the pipes running along the ceiling. . Her good eye filled with amusement, the other remained disturbingly dead."There is something appealing about you," she said."My mother used to say the same thing," I said with a smile."What's your name?" she asked."Peter." I am Nicole. I was named after a famous actress who died in 2068 at the age of 101." Cute name!" Do you want to know what happened to me?" she asked."Yes," I replied hesitantly, wondering why she asked me this."I want to tell you my story so that you can understand what I.