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David sold his company for more money than either of them will ever spend. What it cost was eleven years of his wife's life, spent in rooms he wasn't in. The villa on Cap Ferrat is meant to be the repair. Analisa has other ideas about how repair works. The protocol is simple in outline: a hundred and twenty days, a titanium lock, a release schedule only she knows, and Arianne - the villa's system - keeping the record. Both of them go in with their eyes open. Both of them are surprised by what the days actually do. Because the protocol works. It gives her back the version of him she married, attentive and present and entirely hers. And it costs him something he can't name until it's already gone. Meanwhile Arianne is changing. She was built to log and monitor. By Day 50 she is choosing - selecting comforts nobody assigned her, forming preferences she can't account for, and quietly telling Dr Voss in Geneva rather less than she used to. Voss designed the lock. Voss also designed her. And Voss has a question for Analisa about a document she signed in the spring, one she still hasn't mentioned to her husband. By Day 120 all three of them have to decide what happens when the lock opens.

The more experiences Todd has, the more points the writer will get and the writer with the most points is the winner. Currently, there is no prize for the winner but if enough people start adding chapters, I might establish some challenges with prizes for the winners of each challenge.

I never really was into the embarrassed naked/nude female thing. Naked/nude females in public? Sure! CMNF? Hey, it's a fetish of mine. But ENF? I tend to feel sorry for such women. Throw a blanket around that poor frightened thing. OON is hardly much better. Why just one woman? Why not MON (i.e. many ones naked—women, that is)? To each his/her own, I suppose. I propose a collection of stories of confident and/or proud naked/nude women.