The woman’s eyes flicker towards me, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she continues to dance. Having completed the transformation, she sits down in the chair and motions for me to sit on the couch opposite. It’s only a problem when the attention is… Kneeling on her left and right are two young girls who are completely naked. Plus, I’m very sure I don’t want where I am going tonight recorded in the GPS. Most people under the age of 25 don’t know how to drive them manual anymore. “Sorry to disappoint you,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And if I accept, what is in it for me and what’s the catch?” I ask. It’s been that way ever since Lillith. “Sorry, gramps. Her gaze holds mine for a moment, and I feel a spark of connection, as if she’s sizing me up. Some cancers they still haven’t figured out how to cure and I won the genetic lottery on that one.
