"If the captain doesn't mind," Myra replied.<br/><br/>"Of course not," the captain said. "You two are almost the only people who've bothered listening to our story, I think the CIA just heard what they wanted to of it if I'm honest. Just promise me this won't hurt."<br/><br/>"It won't," Myra said, moving her hand to the side of Clarice's head and closing her eyes. Her hand glowed as the memories transferred between the two people. "Don't worry captain, I'm only copying your memories, they'l still be there when I'm finished." She uninentionally allowed an image from her own mind to slip in too, a fantasy of her with Clarice over her knee being spanked. She went slightly red, glad only Clarice could see that.