Carol… l’m sure we can work something out… look baby, how far away are you, l have to go and get all spruced up for you, do you still want me at... the park, wouldn’t you rather come straight home, l want you inside me as much as you want to fuck me, we can play games some other time.Craig… l’m not going to be home for ages Mum, we’re stuck in a queue and no-one is moving, l’ll come straight home, but l want you naked when l get there.Carol… Okay sweetie, let me know when you’re nearly home, l’ll. Bald. Flat chest. Brown eyes. Nobody I remembered."Yes, sir," I slurred. "Excuses off, sir." I'm a woman," she said. "Medical Technician Wright."I thought that the name was appropriate—if I was injured or ill, MT Wright would make it right."Stop with the jokes," Wright said gently. Did I vocalize? "Stop thinking so loudly. It hurts your head. Sip your cider."Cider Zheeyad, I presumed. The effects of the auto-doc deep interrogation were still with me. I'd have to be careful. At the moment I was. "Brit," said Jeff. "This doesn't change how I feel about you. I still love you."She nodded again, then disappeared into her own room.The dreaded confrontation happened the next morning at the breakfast table. Greg and Allison were already sitting there waiting when the children came down for breakfast."Good morning," he greeted them with an attempt at a cheerful smile."G'morning, Dad," Brit smiled back, but without enthusiasm. Jeff just nodded."Look, you two," Greg said immediately. "I've had. "So let me get this straight -- you got drafted into restarting theAmazons, and you picked me to help."Nicole returned to her seat with another glass of ice water. "Not quite.I was picked, but had a choice to say no; I said yes. Remember that Ididn't pick you, either. That came from a much higher authority." Nicolepointed up. "God chose you because you are the best person to help me.It's still a choice, not a draft. You can say no, and no one will forceyou, or think less of you, either way.".