Edward sat in his office downtown, staring blankly at his computer screen. He was at a loss for what to do. He really didn't want to be there, but he'd been out for all of last week, and he'd be risking his job to take off another with this little notice.
Jennifer was still on her continued medical leave. Whatever their suspicions, they didn't know for sure whether the lab explosion really had been an accident or not. If it was, then her leave was a more than plausible excuse to stay away. If it had indeed been deliberate, on the other hand... who knew what they would do with her if she did show up? They might very well lock his wife up like a lab rat. These were powerful people with no morals and deep pockets.
Still, Edward was troubled leaving Jennifer at home on her own. He suspected that "Jenna" had made an appearance at least twice since he'd last seen, while Jennifer was alone in the bathroom. He could hear her in the shower, moaning loudly in a way his wife never had before, but when she came out of the steamed over bathroom, she was simply her normal self, completely oblivious.
Now that the reality of what had happened had begun to sink in a bit, he was starting to feel somewhat depressed by their ongoing dilemma. Already, he was troubled by the prospect that he couldn't hold his wife in the same way, could not be intimate or even affectionate with her, without fear of her transforming into that other... person.
She'll figure it out, Edward thought resolutely. Jennifer was, above all else, brilliant and driven. She would cure herself and things could go back to normal.
In fact, Edward was sure that she was in their home office right now, hard at work on a solution.
***
Jennifer's eyes fluttered open. She looked at the clock, then did a double take. It was nearly 5 PM! Where had the day gone?!
She then noticed that the front of her blouse was torn slightly, missing a few buttons. Brow furrowed, she turned to the computer screen, and instantly understood. The web browser was pulled up and pornography was playing, of a very raunchy variety, involving one woman and several men.
She closed the browser quickly.
Jenna.
She had taken over again. For how long? Jennifer didn't know... although there was a way to find out. Jennifer opened a folder on her computer, containing a large video file that had been recording the office continuously from the webcam she had setup earlier in the week to give precisely this information.
But did she really want to know..?
She hesitated for a few moments, deliberating, then double clicked the file.
Motion activated, the video clip started with her coming into the room earlier that morning, sitting at the workstation, typing and clicking. Jennifer fast forwarded the clip, watching herself go through the day at hyperspeed, mostly sitting at the machine, occasionally stretching or getting up and walking off screen, returning and sitting down again moments later, all just as she could recall. It was after lunch that she slowed the recording back down, playing in real time, skipping ahead in 15 minute increments, until just after 2 PM.
Although she couldn't recall it, Jennifer saw herself sitting in a stupor in the leather backed swivel chair, head resting on one hand, as she occasionally listlessly clicked around. Then she watched as her recorded self opened up the web browser, loaded the pornography site and immediately became more animated, sitting up, watching the video intently. Although squirming slightly in self-consciousness to watch herself, Jennifer did not turn away when the recording showed her lifting her skirt up and starting to masturbate as she watched the dirty videos.
