I’ve read science fiction set in mega-cities of forty or fifty million people; Atlanta Metropolitan area has a population estimated at just over six...million at present, with ‘Greater Atlanta’ forecast to reach ten million before the end of the decade. Hate to say so, but I can see it hitting fifteen million in my lifetime, easy. And the traffic is already close to apocalyptic levels in some places, which is why it’s so vital that MARTA does a thorough job in providing public transit.I just hope. Since there's no emotion on my part, I've learned to control my orgasms. I can go a full thirty minutes with no effort whatever and I enjoy it, making them beg for me to let go. My own personal record is almost two hours, but I've never hit that target again, nor come even close. That was the one woman for whom I really felt affection. Correction, she was the only one I ever loved.But I could tell that there was no affection on Jane's part either. She had never flirted with me nor dressed in. "Come on love, let me help you."Seconds later, I was expertly stripped and lying next to her on the kingsized bed. One thing you could say about this hotel, they didn't stintin the bed size department.I wondered fleetingly why I was there, in that hotel bedroom, next to avery pretty girl, about to be eaten alive by her. She had none of thehang ups I had. She wasn't a shy wall flower who had never had any formof meaningful relationship.I found myself on my back with her on top, looking down at. I pulled my car left across the courtyard parking lot to the first pair of large metal delivery doors past the enclosed entry vestibule of my building, Turpin Northwest One. They were really the doors to my parking spaces inside the warehouse where I lived. I reached up and pressed the left button on the remote control clipped to my sun visor and watched as the big left metal door rolled up on its tracks. I slowly pulled into my garage space, the car head lights showed this side was two parking.