Is she okay?"He doesn't respond, just continues to scan and mumble."Thomas?"He looks up. "Yes?" Is Patricia alright?" It would seem that she is ... re...aired, or mostly repaired. Initially,there was some damage and the nanites kept her unconscious so that herbody could concentrate it's energies on repairs. Doctors often keeppatients with brain injuries in induced comas to speed recovery. Therewas no difference here, just at a much faster rate." Patricia had brain damage?" Yes, but not that much.. ”“Very funny. Who knows, maybe you’ll get your dick out again”, I said sarcastically.“Oh god you remember that do you? I am sorry about that.”“Aha don’t be, for what it’s worth, I actually kinda enjoyed it.”“Really?”“Yeah haha, I am gay after all, liking cock is kinda in my nature.”“Ah good point, it’s quite nice to know actually, that someone was turned on by me.”“What if they still were?”“..Are you saying..?”“I think I am yeah..”Our eyes met for a moment, I could feel my heartbeat slow down,. ‘I’ll read some more,’ I told her, and she smiled and then got back up. The phone rang and Marisa walked to the front to answer the call.I remained crouched beside the bottles while she returned. ‘Still looking?’ she asked with a sweet smile.‘The fine print is a little hard to see,’ I said as I heard another little ‘paf’.Marisa looked down at the latest little mouse to hit the floor, and with a little sorrow in her voice said, ‘I guess this litter is being rejected.’I said ‘Hmmm?’She said, ‘I’m. . I really was imprisoned in her cursed outfit! Well...nearly all of it... she held the mask and collar up and grinned."N-no. Please read the release script. I'll get you help! Let me helpyou! Let me out of this and let me help you!"With a flourish, she read the final few words and slammed the book shutas the mask and collar flew from her hand. The mask whipped itself open,revealing a gleaming, makeup-stained interior and, with no pretense ofdelicacy, jammed itself forcefully over my head! I.