The television, a tiny nine incher flickered some utterly cheesy science fiction flick that I had picked up. Trin read something on the back of the ta...e, and had watched it before I did, and then told me it would be unsuitable for James, my son. Trin had a liberal, progressive streak a mile long, and for her to say such a thing was a big deal. She’d normally just give him her standard lecture, which let James know it was even better than normal. In this particular one, women were getting hacked. Twenty four hours and counting, he mused happily as he propped himself up against the headboard. He’d heard of sex marathons before. Big orgies or hours upon hours of sex, but even as a porn star, he found them dangerous and stupid. It wasn’t a realistic life goal or one to brag about by any means, and so he strayed from any company that extended such invitations. Sylar stroked his flat stomach and kept his eyes on the door, not wanting to miss the chance to exchange smiles with Emma when she. I liked the feeling I got from playing with Jake’s ‘tail’, as I called it for a few weeks because I didn’t know what it was. It made me feel good. Later, I learned that this feeling was what being horny was like.After a few minutes, I noticed it moved a little in my hand. It kept moving and I wasn’t sure if Jake was awake or not so I held perfectly still, even holding my breath. It kept growing and I could feel my hand tightening around it as his tail grew bigger. I didn’t know what I did or. Holland Campbell was a brilliant—nay, visionary—computer engineer, but he was also a little scatter-brained. The company gave him the freedom to do what he wished. They funded his projects and whims. He got to do research and they got a share of his riches. Everyone benefitted.Some of his co-workers joked—behind his back, of course—that he was more machine than human. While not socially inept, Holland was smarter than everyone else around him and they all knew it. He was neither exceedingly.