He laid the bra on the bed.Denise had to struggle not to laugh. A year younger than her, Ashley had always been easily upset. He was really quite a pr...tty boy: the obvious and natural choice for the role of Mary in his boys-only school's production of the Nativity play. She suspected that peer pressure was being applied to Ashley to get him to wear bigger breasts beneath his Virgin Mary costume. She was correct, as usual. The plan was for him to be more modestly endowed throughout rehearsals,. For the most part, unless he became a rapist, his personality or body alone would scare off pretty girls, but the two combined? He'd probably scare off top dollar prostitutes.So having been a nerd, and having spent his cooldown time messing with coding, he'd spent quite a while dabbling in the fantasy that you could actually treat the human mind like a computer program.. alter it so easily with a change in code, it'd be so much easier than wining and dining a girl. It started as fantasy, but. "Everyone across the entire northeast is dependent on you. We're not going to risk you injuring yourself. We've got hot tea. I'll rub you through the blanket to warm you up. It won't matter if I accidently infect myself, as you're already planning to treat me. But you can't treat anyone before you stop shivering."Alice sighed, seeing the logic in her words. "Fine, I'd love some hot tea. Do you have the rest of my gear?" Yeah, we've got everything set up in a nice private room which should be. “Nope, no you don’t. Don’t even say it,” he said with surprising forcefulness. “You have NOTHING to feel sorry for. NOTHING.” He took Emma’s hands in his and squeezed them for emphasis. Emma smiled at him weakly.Brent leaned in and kissed her briefly.“Ok,” he said afterward, “Let’s do this.” He gestured towards the nightstand with a nod at ‘this’.Emma nodded and chuckled. “Ok. Let’s.”Brent laid down and placed his hands over his head. He wasn’t exactly sure how this worked; Andrea and he had.