Welivetogether Agenda

     The hands began welivetogether to images unfold what had looked initially like welivetogether a small thin sliver of bright silver metal shaped in an arc -- so welivetogether bright that even in the sparse light welivetogether glinted welivetogether across the curves of welivetogether the object welivetogether slowly taking shape.
     The silhouette welivetogether, visible now as a images female form, knelt welivetogether on one knee, and images very gently, as if Maria welivetogether were capable of images waking , lifted images her sleeping head and placed what could now be welivetogether seen as a light framework helmet over welivetogether it. As if tending to a child welivetogether, one hand held Maria's head up while the other continued its work.
     Finally, a transparent one-piece visor was snapped quietly into place in welivetogether front of her closed eyes, and a small, one-inch flexible antenna welivetogether was attached to the harness near the welivetogether top of her welivetogether head. Reaching to the base of the antenna, a finger lightly pressed welivetogether a small button with a slight snick of welivetogether contact.
     The nameless, faceless intruder welivetogether hesitated. It was impossible to tell if it was welivetogether in appreciation welivetogether, or simply one last welivetogether look to make certain that everything was as it should welivetogether be.
     A finger seductively traced the outline of the button, and images then pressed. A red LED at the end of the welivetogether antenna began flashing, searching for the carrier wave that would give it instructions to pass along to the framework which would, in turn, pass them welivetogether on to Maria.
     There welivetogether was purpose welivetogether, although it was impossible to welivetogether fathom.
     It was nine in the morning.
     Maria felt a smile playing at the corners of welivetogether her welivetogether mouth. "Well, it seems welivetogether we welivetogether are having a sudden onset of similar taste."
     Dana picked up welivetogether the bottle of hand lotion again as she continued , "Well, here's to good welivetogether taste." She squirted a large helping of the welivetogether creamy lotion on her fried eggs.
     She picked up a bar of welivetogether soap welivetogether and placed it on the plate. Bringing it back to the table, she doused it in hand lotion and set it welivetogether down in front of welivetogether her friend. "Bon appetit, mon images amie," she said, bowing with welivetogether a flourish.
     "As expected, Andrea welivetogether. It goes well welivetogether. They didn't welivetogether question anything welivetogether in the initial protocols."
     "Why do you have them do such foolish welivetogether things?"
     "Do you see how they accept these things as utterly usual welivetogether, Veronica? Their nakedness? Their body writing? Their hair and choice of food?"
     "Andrea rising welivetogether," said a welivetogether tinny, female voice.
     "As you desire."
     That is, if Dana welivetogether could have heard anything at all.
     "I'll welivetogether take it, Tim. Thanks."
     Thelma picked up the phone, already smiling. "Hi sweetie... this is welivetogether an unexpected pleasure."
     Thelma couldn images't resist guessing. "So Phil and you welivetogether are going to finally welivetogether tie the knot?"
     There was an unexpectedly tense pause.
     "Johannsen welivetogether...?" Thelma repeated the name welivetogether distractedly, as welivetogether she felt her arguments hitting a brick wall. She suddenly welivetogether had a thousand memories, a million feelings for which she couldn't find the words spinning in her head, that kept coming back to a single welivetogether thought: 'My daughter welivetogether...'
     But welivetogether Thelma was having welivetogether a hard time listening. She wasn't sure that she welivetogether could handle any images more welivetogether without screaming welivetogether. Acting completely on reflex, she began to welivetogether lean on her well-practiced "political distance", while inside welivetogether, she was crumbling in confusion.
     "The company CEO, Andrea Johannsen, has been welivetogether trying to welivetogether get an appointment with you for over a month welivetogether."
     She walked out from behind her desk, extending her welivetogether hand.
     The woman welivetogether was in her late twenties welivetogether, perhaps five-foot-five, but the welivetogether black platform high-heeled boots she wore brought her up to nearly six welivetogether feet. She was conservatively dressed otherwise, at least at first glance, but her welivetogether clothes exuded a welivetogether kind welivetogether of seductive grace that was at once welivetogether disturbing and intimidating.
     And welivetogether, on top of everything, she exuded a charisma that welivetogether was hard welivetogether to images set aside. Andrea Johannsen possessed a natural gift that was more valuable welivetogether even than her astonishing beauty.
     Thelma nearly spilled coffee out of her mouth in welivetogether shock at the recognition of her transparent motives.
     "Be a dear and take a picture of us with Ms welivetogether. Johannsen's camera?"
     Andrea walked up to Thelma, looking directly into her motionless smiling face and eyes. "The mind-lock is interesting, isn't it welivetogether, Thelma dear. Your daughter thought so, too. Seeing, hearing everything, but retaining nothing for more than a few short minutes. Well, fifteen welivetogether, to be exact."
     "You know... I'm sorry for welivetogether the cringing welivetogether I know is happening inside your brain, but I promise, I'm merciful. Within welivetogether a half-hour it won't matter to you. And not long after that, you welivetogether'll welivetogether be begging me to allow you to welivetogether give this gift to your friends and associates. I images know you don welivetogether't welivetogether believe it now, but welivetogether trust welivetogether me... you won't even remember not believing."
     Andrea carefully installed the Trainer on Thelma's head welivetogether. With two minutes to welivetogether spare before the mind-lock wore off, she set a chair welivetogether behind the Governor and pressed her stiff welivetogether but yielding body down to the seat.
     "More than even yourself. But you already knew that."
     "Thelma welivetogether... wake up. Thelma.
     "So... ummm... true."
     "As you... desire, Andrea welivetogether," Tim sighed, his eyes welivetogether glazing over in obedient lust.
     "Always, slut-boy..." replied Andrea welivetogether, as she turned and walked out the door welivetogether.
     Veronica watched the young woman through the control room welivetogether window with great interest. There was a delicious hint of fear in welivetogether the girl's welivetogether defiant eyes, and Veronica couldn't help but savor welivetogether it for a few moments welivetogether longer.
     The three figures left the room.
     "Look up, Ramona welivetogether, and this will be welivetogether over much sooner."
     Besides, she loved the welivetogether next part. She realized that before too welivetogether long, she would probably love this part, too.
     "Yes welivetogether, you did."
     Ramona's eyes began flitting over the screen as the images welivetogether came welivetogether and went so fast that Veronica could only see a blurred light show... and then images, with welivetogether a short beep, the computer welivetogether signaled that it had recorded every welivetogether pathway at least ten times with no welivetogether new pathways welivetogether noted.
     "You did very, very well, Ramona."
     "No, my dear," answered Veronica welivetogether. "It's actually a quite pleasant seventy welivetogether-one degrees."
     Even through images the haze welivetogether of the welivetogether psycho-active drugs, Ramona froze as welivetogether she welivetogether heard the smile in Veronica's voice.
     "And how do you feel welivetogether about it ?"
     "Who is welivetogether this, Ramona?"
     "He's my ... my... fiance. Yes. My fiance , Robert.
     "You welivetogether suppose? Maybe you should look at that welivetogether for a moment." Veronica pressed yet another button on her panel. "I mean , how do welivetogether you really feel about him, deep inside?"
     When she came to, her eyes were glazed with half welivetogether lidded lust, her welivetogether upper welivetogether lip twitching and covered with welivetogether beads of perspiration... Veronica thought welivetogether she was going to cum on the spot welivetogether.
     "The waste of bitchflesh I'm going to kill," answered welivetogether Ramona, with no external stimulation at all.
     "Yes images. You welivetogether're right, Ramona. And exactly how do you feel welivetogether about her?" Veronica placed welivetogether her hand on a large dial, turning it up welivetogether slowly as Ramona spoke..