"I sat on the table next to Patricia and tried to think of a way out of this, "Can we talk for a bit, can we call you back in a while?" Certainly just... ask the computer for me." he said and left.Sped left and we just sat there looking at each other, I don't know what to do, our life's are basically over I thought."What kind of place is this outpost, if we have to spend the rest of our life's there? I don't know if I could handle it, I would feel trapped." Patricia said.'Well I think the first. Philippa Dixon, in person. But... he had the distinct memory that he had come in to talk to a Dr. Philip Dixon, a distinguished grey-bearded gentleman in his 60s, wearing a conservative double-breasted gray suit with an old-fashioned pocket watch dangling from a heavy gold chain. Dana shook his head. More of this "unreality" shit (awareness displacement, one or the other Dr. Dixons had named it) that had been bugging him ever since he'd started having that damn dream.1953 was going to be a good. ” He is smiling with a broad smile as he turns my face to look me in the eyes. “So, is there any questions or anything you would like to ask?” he asked me with a smirk on his face.“Yes!” I quickly thought. “Since I’m only your slave, and I still get to be with my husband, then I ask that my ass be off limits to you.” Both men stare at me blinking, shocked by my request. After a few moments John looks at me and asks why. I look at my husband and softly say, “Because I want one place that will. He came back and asked if there was anything else he could do and for a minuet I just looked and the handsome man stood in front of me then I told him I needed a little work done to my house just painting and that my garden was also in need of improving and said for all the job I would pay 75 pound he said ok when I said this Saturday because it may take two days he said that would be fine and left the room. I could not believe I had done it and I had pulled it off now I thought to myself lets.