The memory hold process remained the same, but thecompany could now filter out personal things within one's experiencesthat they did not wish to share... I was impressed, but Jess and I bothknew that we could not afford to swap in the near future. Jessicastarted to cry, and I held her tight like she had done for me. I toldher that I would work hard and we would find a way if it meant that muchto her. She cheered up as a taxi pulled up alongside of us.Jess was still very unhappy with how she was. Still fully clothed her credentialed confidant quickly joined her on the couch kneeling between her opened thighs. He gripped a slim ankle (wrapped with a thin gold ankle bracelet with the word S-E-X-Y in the middle) with his left hand stretching her beckoning pussy wider open yet. He used his right hand to nudge his swollen smooth cockhead into an obscenely wet genital French kiss with the psychologically-troubled vivacious nun. All conscious thought fled the room.sister Aquinata, jaded past. It was a usual Friday night, I was alone in my 3 bedroom villa, it had the typical Island look, with the living room having sand for the floor and the kitchen like a proper Tiki bar. I called Avikesh a teacher at my school for the night as my parents were away for the weekend. I lit candles in my room and dawned a black bed sheet, tied around me like a dress, when Avikesh came I called him, and poured him a glass of wine as him and I set on the sofa, we talked for a while when I got closer to. Her dark hair was tied back in a severe bun and shined in the light of the morning sun as it slanted in through the window. She wore a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and was scribbling furiously at a pad of paper on her desk. ‘Have a seat, Mr. Carter,’ his boss said. She spoke with an accent. Italian, he reasoned, given her name. He sat down in one of the two chairs facing her expansive desk. It was covered in papers, all organized in neat piles. An expensive looking silver laptop sat on one.