As classes started, my focus changed. Some of the classes I'd been taking as a pre-major were set aside and replaced with political science classes. T...ere were other things I got involved with. It turned into a busy round of classes, social activities, and getting reminded just how things worked.The only relief, and I needed it, was at the twice-weekly parties. There I could forget about the intricacies and personalities of government, and individual personality played a much larger part than. .'They took their time and had great sex, perverted and unnatural thoughit was. I watched with a mixture of fascination and revulsion. Mymantra kept playing in my head. I got through the event. After theyhad rested up and Jenna had ordered me to give her a foot rub, whileAndy was in the bathroom getting out of her harness, the butch woman'scell phone rang. She came out and answered it. After a few moments shesmiled and said an hour from then would be a fine time to get together.With who? . "I don't know," I answered. "I know it wasn't someone using Master PC though, the program has a different feel to it. Whoever this was knows how to be covert with their efforts. They even knew how to keep me from tracing the command..." You know how to do that?" Mandy asked.I shrugged. "I'm working on it." That's when I shared the memories of my meeting with Michael and the follow-up discussions with Yvonne and Chloe."You should work on it harder," Mandy said in response. I could feel her. When I was a kid I always messed with her and even now that we're both older, she likes to pretend that she disapproves of me. In reality, I am better than her abusive and cheating husband Devas in every way imaginable. While I get the feeling that she would let the flirting progress, I would never actually have sex with my own aunt. My mom would definitely kill me. One day, my Aunt Aisha came to our house in tears. My mom comforted her, hugging her and letting her sister let all the emotions.