She lost her smile."Probably not," she admitted. "But I don't mind if you fuck other women." And that's going to make it better?" I asked sarcasticall.... Denise looked at me, but didn't answer for a moment."Can you tell me that you didn't have fun with Francine?" she finally asked."No, I can't," I admitted. "You're sister Lori was a good time too." She's still willing," Denise offered. I shook my head."That brings me to another issue," I sighed. "Doesn't it bother you to fuck someone else's. After plowing through lunch, Hunter took time to go through his notes over a pot of tea. The entire exercise felt so civilized in spite of the gruesome topic and the accompanying photographs. The body count was now sixteen.Connecting the murders was a murky convergence of tube stations and kill locations. All of the murders had happened within four blocks of a tube station, yet there was no corresponding facial recognition from the station cameras in the hours before or after each of the. Still another, and my newest device, is a computer controlled enema. If I decide to enable this particular feature, before the day starts, I will insert an enema nozzle in my ass, and then inflate the bladder to where it can't be ejected by my muscles. Sometime during the day, the computer will begin to inject me with about three quarts of liquid, leave it in for an hour or so, then open a valve and let it flow out. Since I have already cleaned myself out that morning, I never get cramps or. “Seriously, how do you feel? Any specific pains?”I shook my head. “Ow, well, that hurt for a start.”“Not surprising. Anything else?”“I feel ... I don’t know. Hung-over, I guess. I’ve got a dull headache that’s more annoying than painful and I feel a bit sick. And my mouth feels like I’ve been chewing cotton wool for days.”“The headache and sickness are probably due to the drugs they used to keep you sedated and out of pain. I’ll check with the doctors to see if there’s anything they can do. The.