Some variation on the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle applied to composition,’ you giggled. ‘What a ridiculous thought.’ I smiled at you. ‘Yo...’re probably right, though. It’s a good idea.’ ‘Come to bed, Daddy, tomorrow you can show me this gadget here.’ You patted the arm-rest front edge of the mixing console. You turned and looked at it. You could see four flat screen monitors built above it. You could see objects in the room beyond it. A piano? A harp? You looked around the room. You could. His mouth hung open, trying to accept what he just saw."My, you really are smooth, ya know." She smiled at him. "I thought you'd be shorter in person."She was the fellow weary traveler. He had seen her so many times over the years. Talked to her. Joked with her. They had e-mail, IM'd, cammed, chatted, cybered, and about every other virtual verb that had been developed so far. His wife had teased him about her more than once. She always found the flirting rather cute.This, however, was. We will use the shit out of that cute little body of yours. Or, if you'd like, you can get up, get dressed, and go home right now. However, if you leave, before you get home, your Daddy will know all about his little princess getting fucked this afternoon. If you think he won't believe the anonymous phone call, I assure you he will believe it when we get the pictures developed that are in this little camera, and he gets copies of them in the mail." I held the Instamatic up for her to see. She. Jessica was already back in my room when I came up the stairs, and was lying on the bed looking at the magazine again. "Jessica, what to you have that for again?"She didn't answer my question and had a sort of far away look in her eyes. "Kim, you think that feels a good as they described it in the story?" I don't know. I guess so, by the look on their faces. Why do you ask?" Well, you want to try it?" WHAT!!" Let's see what it's like, we might like it. I mean what the heck. Can't hurt anything,.