The beginning

It doesn’t matter how you got here.

It might be that you were cryogenically frozen and after some sufficiently long time period were thawed out, emerging into a world where the human race has evolved, along with its technology and culture, into something a little different from where you came from.

It might be that you were transported through some trans-dimensional portal into a different, but equally real, reality where, again, the human race exists but with a somewhat different history, culture, technological development and physiology.

However you came to be here, you are here now.

And so is your wife, Mary.

You find yourselves seated in the lobby of a modern-looking building; it feels corporate, so it could be an office building, a hotel, or a conference centre, something like that. It could even be an upmarket apartment building - upmarket because residential buildings don’t normally have staffed reception desks.

Behind the reception desk is a woman with long, wavy blonde hair. She is wearing a white blouse with a neck line so deep that it barely contains her enormous tits. She seems genuinely delighted to meet every customer as a steady flow of people approach the desk, talk to her and then go on their way. You try not to stare at her delightful cleavage and fortunately most of the time it is out of sight as she sits behind the counter.

Right now though, she is standing up to grab something from a machine behind her, and you can’t resist watching - partly to see what’s going on, and partly because of what’s on display. She giggles cheerfully at a comment from the customer standing at the desk as she hands him something that looks like a card - it could be a hotel key card or a corporate ID badge, you’re not sure.

You don’t like not remembering quite how you got here or what you’re doing here. There have been times previously when you’ve been engrossed in a book or a daydream and it has taken a moment or two to remember what’s going on in the real world. Often Mary would take such opportunities to poke fun at you, so you’ve learned not to appear dazed and to go with the flow while your brain sorts itself out. But you’ve never drawn a blank like this before.