I took a face that wasn’t mine and made it my own. At the time, I didn’t consider just how creepy that sounded. I didn’t see it like Silence of ...he Lambs or Face Off. I felt like a spy or a hacker or something far more badass than a nerd behind a computer digitally masking her face using Deepfake technology.Yeah. Deepfake. I didn’t really consider the, uh, moral implications at the time. It was still just an exercise, just a way to challenge myself. The best minds answer questions by asking. Eat my ass; tell me how good it tastes. You like the way a real man tastes?” She mumbled something that sounded like it could have been, “It’s the best ass I’ve ever eaten,” but it just as easily could have been, “I use Equal for my tea to sweeten,” because she never took her tongue from deep in his hole, sucking, rimming, licking, tongue fucking. “Hot damn, you are one hot, nasty, little mama.” He stepped out of his pants, threw his jacket on a chair and sat on the bed. Chantal was still. (I'm Jason btw)"Hi! No way, Jason!!! It's for Mike." I hide the case and baking that I brought with me. "Where is he anyway? He's always home around this time.." I look at you curious"Oh come on, just a little bit." I say trying to reach for it. "He's actually not home right now. But I'm sure he'll be back. So come inside and set those into the kitchen." I offerI think a little bit about it before smiling. "Just a bite of his brownies then. No more though! These are his favorite." I walk right. One day I had deliberately saved a porn video and let her access my phone and pretended being busy with TV.She opened the video and soon closed it. She walked off. Later she asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said no. She didn’t believe it and giggled. I kept thinking of more ideas to go closer to her, physically. One day I carried my iPad which had new movies in it. It was on this day that we sat close to each other sharing a earphones. My mind played a trick and I switched to conjuring movie..