He's alive and for now that is all we have; I'm not sure how I know, but I know he's okay."Present... Arrian had hurried the Doc along as fast as he c...ould. He now had all the knowledge to help him get out, but he also had the knowledge of what to expect; how they would try to stop him. The Doc motioned him over."I need a drop of your blood. It's for the DNA encoding in the bike."Arrian stuck his hand out and the man pricked him thumb with a very long needle before placing the tip into a small. Do you understand?"She had understood, perfectly fine, and she had dreaded that moment. A small part of her worried that she might not feel the chemistry in real life, but far more worried was she that perhaps she would indeed feel it, but feel too nervous to accept it ... too nervous to say yes.But then things changed, as they do in life. Her visit was delayed, over and over again, their conversations took a pause for a while, and she tried to push it all from her mind. And then there he was,. The intimacy ofbrushing/styling her hair, before picking outfits for each other. It'sdivine!My point is... oh, I've forgotten. Something, something, Justine. Yes?Keeping an eye on her is my main responsibility today. And herquestionable appearance the greatest cause for concern. Mr. Gould toldme she had been hired to fill a "niche"--but if this means punky street-urchin image, I rather doubt that it will go over well with a membershipthat tends to favor stereotypical fantasy sex. She thought of her ‘friend’ at the club, Linda, husband a former Navy man and sentenced to death by Asbestosis he’d contracted on board old ships before he’d even reached his 25th birthday. He’d died in same hospice that Jenny had – a shadow of the man he had been. Almost two years later, and she had started to ‘see’ a man from work. Those appalling harridans of a temporary virtue given weight and life by their need to bitch about someone, would pronounce ‘see’ with such a hateful venom that.