It was good she didn't I thought. After all she was my boss. Not only that, but quarterly performance review was coming up. My raise depended on it. I... had to be good.Performance review time soon rolled around. I really was not looking forward to it. Oh, I was looking forward to the time I got to spend in her office. I would be sitting right across from Helene looking right into her eyes. I could stare and daydream all I wanted to for a time anyway. I was looking forward to that. She did have a. With each trip into the past, I had lost about two years in physical appearance for each year spent in the past.This time, I didn’t have any fresh bullet holes to investigate or any other injuries that I was unable to explain to the authorities. They had me in the quasi-mental ward on the top floor and they had us all locked in at night but at least they had not put me into a restraining jacket like they had done the first time it had happened to me. The world around me had aged at the expected. That was part one of my plan. Part two was to have a special robe made that looked just like the robes used by the basketball team. The important difference was that the cloth was impregnated with a special slow acting drug and dusted with powdered nettles. The drug would kick in when there was an adrenalin dump, like from fear or pain. The nettle dust was everywhere on the inside of the robe except near the edges where someone else might handle it.Part three was to enlist my "Friends of. “Chaotic? What do you mean by that,” the woman feels somehow, intrigued. “Nice red skirt,” Steele takes out her camera and adjusts the lens,” really lovely and sensual.”“Well, thank you,” the woman lifts her skirt a little and spin around."Leave your stuff on the couch," request Steele."How long have you been in the world of fashion and photography, you know, taking pics to beautiful women and that stuff?"Umm, I have a long journey in this world ... should we start, hun?" Sure, Steele.".