It never touched me, but it hung about 18 inches above my body. There were all kinds of monitors scattered about the room, and they were showing so mu...h data that I could not absorb it all.I was staring at all of this wondrous stuff and wondering whose insurance was covering it all when I suddenly realized that I had a companion in the room. This companion probably would have normally frightened me out of my wits, but I was not adversely affected for some mysterious reason. The choice of the. Rape and domestic abuse were becoming a quaint anachronism. No one could ever harm anyone inside their sex circle, nor be in any way sexual with anyone on the outside. Sex and violence had been completely separated from each other. Prostitution still existed, but since all the ladies were tape slaves, and wouldn't have sex with anyone not in their circle, special Centers had been set up in red light districts to provide instant approval for the girls and their johns. Mostly, only people who had. (Three samurai, Ishiji, Shigekura, and Kyosato, are walking home late at night.)Kyosato: It's getting late. We should hurry a little. Lately there have been more of those Hitokiri--Ishiji: Like that so-called Hitokiri Battousai? Whether he exists or not, we'll crush the rebellion soon.Shigekura: Now, now, let's not talk shop when we've got reason to celebrate. Kyosato, you're going to be married next month, aren't you?Kyosato (who is probably twenty years younger than the other two): That's. .” He said tentatively. Only to be shushed by Marcie’s whispered, “someone’s coming!’The sound of footsteps on the other side of the wall revealed they were no longer the only ones in the large room.Andre quickly pushed his still formidable erection into his pants while Marcie pulled the bottom of her skirt down. It was impossible to keep some of the mixed juices from escaping down the inside of her tanned legs. They tried to look nonchalant as they walked back around the seclusion of the wall,.