I sat back up, pulled my long black hair away from my neck and pressed the sim-stim switch at the base of my skull. The little Teflon nub twitched und...r my skin as I pressed it in and a small display in my left eye informed me that I was now in broadcast-only mode. Doesn’t hurt if someone wants to pay to piggyback as I went through my day. Most of it was boring, but some people like it, and I’m not going to say no to the money.I walked over to one of the mirrored walls and with a practiced. Before we left the locker room I told coach what I was going to do. I told him it was a way of saying I was sorry for a misunderstanding between Shelia and me. Coach gave me his usual ration of shit. He called me a pussy hound in front of a few of my grinning teammates."If you worked as hard at playing football as you did getting laid Pulaski, you'd be a superstar," he lamented.My teammates hooted a few comments, egging Coach on. I flipped a finger towards Coach's Greek Chorus and filed out of. The nurses won of course and it was soon discovered I wasallergic to the disposable kind of diapers. That made itallot worse for me! They put me in multiple layers of thickcloth diapers and plastic pants which they all referred toas "MY PLASTIC PANTIES!"So, with these IV's dripping steadily in my arms I had topee allot and I did. That wasn't the worst of it either! Ihadn't pooped in a couple of days so a nurse comes in tochange me and sticks her finger up my fanny and putssomething in there.. “Don’t worry,” the cabbie said. “Basher’s a pussy cat really.”Basher smirked. Rifling through papers on his desk, he eventually found the one he was looking for. “Tess!” he said, finally addressing her. “Since you’ve kissed the figurine and recited the incantation, we already have your consent, in a manner of speaking.”Tess’ stomach lurched. Shit, this really was for real, somehow, in some warped parallel universe. But she hadn’t really consented to anything; she hadn’t believed it was for.