You do end up running into one more person... literally.

Alright, time to go home. I want to say I'll be able to relax when I get there, but it's been more and more difficult to take it easy recently. Between having to keep Mom away from work, Rose cycling through various intense fetishes, and all the recent drama with Julia, it honestly feels like I have more time to relax when I'm out of the house.

With any luck, I can hopefully start to level things out soon. Once Helen and I sort out the money issue, having Mom at home all the time won't be too big of an issue. Michelle is already being more than cooperative in everything I do. And thanks to our meeting today, even Rose seems to be in a better spot. Julia is still a little touch and go, but I'm starting to fix things there too. Just the thought of the progress I'm making with all of them is enough to put my mind at ease a bit.

It might be too early to say, but I think things might finally be settling down, at least as much as they can after all of this Random Remote business. Who knows? Maybe in the near future, I'll be able to-

My train of thought is thrown off when I feel a **** bump up against me. I stumble backward, trying my best to catch myself so I don't fall. Eventually I'm able to stabilize. Man, I really should pay more attention to my surroundings. Sometimes I get so caught up in whatever I'm thinking about that I zone everything else out.

Once I realize that I'm fine, I start to wonder what I ran into. Actually, who might be a more apt question, considering it felt like I hit another person. As if on cue, I hear a voice speak to me.

"Sorry about that, hot stuff. Guess we both need to watch where we're going," the voice says with a chuckle.

I don't immediately recognize the voice. It sounds feminine, with a clear sultriness to it. It doesn't help that whoever it is called me "hot stuff," which I think might be a new one for me. Finally, after taking a second to figure out where the voice came from, I'm finally able to get a good luck at who I ran into.

My gaze is met with the sight of a somewhat short, yet decently curve Asian woman. With dark hair, brown eyes with a bit of a twinkle in them, and a playful smile, I can instantly tell that this is a woman who likes to have fun. She's also definitely not someone I've ever seen on campus before. She looks like she's about old enough to be a professor, but something about that doesn't seem right to me. I mean, it's not like I know every person who works at this school, so I can't make that judgement just from one look, but she doesn't feel like a teacher, you know? It's just her aura or something. And besides, with how many buttons are undone on her top and how short her skirt is, she's definitely not dressed like most of the staff here. I can clearly see the outline of her bra and basically the entirety of her cleavage. Not that I'll ever complain about that.

Speaking of how this woman looks, she's pretty hot. I'm constantly impressed with how many beautiful women I encounter in my life. Is it normal to see this many bombshells? Maybe it's just because they're the only people I really pay attention to. I tend to skip over uninteresting people. Anyway, like I said, this woman has a pretty nice shape to her. Wide hips, nice legs, pretty large chest size. She's not taking first place in any single competition, but she's a pretty high contender in most of them. And she clearly knows that based on the way she flaunts herself. In fact, just the way she stands there and her tone of voice screams sexuality. I can sense that this woman is a wild animal in bed.

Still, if she really doesn't work here like I'm predicting, then why is she here? It's not exactly common for random people to wander into school buildings for no reason. My question has to be put on hold though, as I realize I've spent a solid few seconds evaluating her instead of saying anything.

"Oh, um, my bad. I wasn't paying attention," I mutter.

"Eh, don't worry about it, kid. I wasn't really either. I was a bit caught up in some... recent excitement..." the woman vaguely explains before raising an eyebrow.

Am I supposed to know what she's implying? Who the hell even is this woman? And why is she simultaneously making me uncomfortable and kind of turning me on?

I have about a million questions, yet I can't seem to form any of them into proper words. Although, honestly, most of the things I want to ask aren't really appropriate to talk about with a stranger in a public place. After what feels like an eternity of silence, the woman bursts into laughter out of nowhere. Now I'm even more confused. Did I miss something?

"Haha! You should see the look on your face! I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. You know what? I like you, kid! You're pretty amusing, not to mention you're not too bad to look at either. Maybe we'll run into each other again. I know I wouldn't complain about that," she tells me.

It would appear as if I've encountered quite the character. I don't think I've ever met someone so flirty in my entire life. Like she's almost daring me to try and make a move on her. As interesting of an idea as that is, I also know better. For all I know, this could be some kind of trap. Maybe my recent adventures have just made me paranoid, but I prefer to know what I'm dealing with before I try to do anything with anyone. All that said, I certainly wouldn't mind seeing this woman again either.

"Alright, I've gotta run. Hopefully I'll see you later, hot stuff," the woman says as she starts walking past me. However, just as she passes me, she leans over and starts whispering in my ear. "Oh, and by the way, you might want to pay extra attention where you're going when you're excited like that. For someone like you, it's a bit obvious when you bump into another person. While I don't mind discovering a surprise like that, some people might get the wrong idea..."

With those final words of... wisdom? Well, with whatever that was, the woman walks off down the hall, seemingly very pleased with herself. What was that about? Excited? I have no idea what she meant by that. It's almost like she thought I had an erection or something. I definitely didn't, though. Or at least I didn't have one before I interacting with her. So why did she think I was hard when we walked into each other? Not to mention that she sounded pretty impressed.

I try to ponder the woman's words for a minute and figure out what she was talking about. There must have been some reason she thought that. She didn't even hit me head-on. The collision was more on my right side. I guess maybe if I was fully erect, I could see how she might think that was my cock, but-

Oh, wait a second... shit. I know what she hit. I reach into my right pocket and pull out the Random Remote. When I do, I realize I had it flipped over with the buttons facing the inside of my pocket, toward my own thigh. It's a bit of a stretch, but I could see how you might mistake it for part of an erect dick in just a split second of contact.

I'm sure you might also realize another issue with what I just pointed out. If I had the remote flipped over in my pocket, then that means the buttons could easily get pushed by my leg if say... I don't know... someone ran into me. I really hope that doesn't mean what I think it means. After the whole ordeal with the twins, I was planning on taking a break from using the remote on new people.

Nervously, I start to turn the remote over in my hand. As it flips, I get a view of a lit up screen with text clearly displayed on the top in big bold letters.

- SELECTED TARGET: PHOEBE SUZUKI -

Oh great. I was not planning on getting this random woman involved with all of this stuff, but so much for that, I guess. At least I know her name now... for what little that is worth. Who knows if I'll ever even see her again? I may have drastically altered her life the one and only time I was with her.

There's a brief moment of hope I have when I realize that no text is scrolling under her name. A slight second of relief that I may have locked-on without hitting the red button. However, that hope is quickly taken away when my eyes actually look at what's under her name. It seems as though she already has her new identity...