Eventually she nods wordlessly – and then realises that actually this is not a decision for her to make. It's more like an order to be followed. Ord...ers. She knows where she is with orders. She smiles in relief and then in agreement.The little party moves off deeper into Terminal 5 to reach a small suite of rooms, a small sanctuary from the bustle of the Terminal. Jenny and Sergeant Borland go into one and Joe, Inga, Andrew and Annie Elba enter the other.Joe notices that there is nothing really. The veins along the shaft pulsated and throbbed.I grasped my fingers around it, holding it tight as I squeezed a little. I began jerking off, up and down. The crowned head bulged, blood rushing into it. The foreskin peeled back, releasing the head from under it's blanket.My other hand was also busy, keeping hold of the cell. My eyes transfixed on the picture, scrolling up and down as I stared upon every curve of her body.I discovered multi-tasking wasn't as easy as it appeared, one hand holding. Maybe I was being treated as a human agent would have been treated. I brought some things to the game a human could never bring. Also some things an Eve couldn't bring to the party. I was a one of a kind asset and I'm sure we were all learning what I would be capable of doing.Testing me was probably why they had me screw both dominant and submissive men, then go out and wipe out a family. They were either looking for what I did best, or trying to find my limits. From the hit they should have. We were busy, and respected, and loved. It was a good life, but it was too short for me. My eyesight was failing. Navya’s joints crippled her whenever the weather changed. And she was no longer the beauty she had been in her youth. Nor was I. My hair and teeth were falling out. I could see that the end was coming, but I knew a way out.I began to practice body swapping, at first with children, but later with adults. Always careful that “Eevan” was secluded, far from anyone else, when each swap.