A slip in time

You look over at Karen. She has become the model assistant. She looks gorgeous. You offered her a bonus to get a little plastic surgery. She had been modestly attractive, now she is a sexy beast.

The good looks have helped her in negotiations and she remains completely obedient and willing to fuck important clients on demand.

She looks over at you. "Tara, you just received an invitation to Sara's son Bune's eighteen birthday."

That strikes you as odd. You were there for his birth, but that was only about six months ago.

"Eighteen? Karen check the calendar. When did I go see Sara give birth?"

"Back in August, six months ago."

"Doesn't it seem wrong he is having his eighteenth birthday six months after he was born?"

"No, not really. Why?"

You start to respond. Clearly though you are the only one who can see the oddness of the situation. Still you want to go. You swore to Sara and child you would always be there for him.

"RSVP, and get everything booked please, Karen."

"Will do, boss."