But I didn't know they were there and they didn't know where I was. Two hundred armed Americans and one pissed off Portuguese with three women were l...ss than seven miles from me and I thought them still seven thousand miles away. Underground, I could sense a change. Even unconscious, I could sense something important was occurring. I believe my long time connection to nanobots increased my natural understanding of their communication while their recent awareness did not grant them the same. Carla didn't seem to care that everyone looked at us as we entered the room.When we sat down with our drinks I said, "Why were you in such a hurry to get out of the bed upstairs? For a minute I thought you just wanted to get away from me." It wasn't you. I like being with you. It's just that as we were lying there I realized how much I hate this place." If you hate this place so much why did you come her tonight?" This is the first time I have been here since I left John. The only reason I came. Listen, we talked about this before,’ She started to pull away. ‘I…’ She didn’t finish, for I’d suddenly put my lips on hers and was grasping her tight, kissing her. I pulled her into me and gave her everything with the kiss. I expected her to push me away, she didn’t. When we broke apart, I expected a slap, it didn’t come. Instead, she just sat there with her eyes closed. ‘Simone,’ I stroked her hair, the side of her face. Her shoulder, down her arm. In doing so, my palm brushed downward along. "Very cute, by the way," he laughed. "I think the look suits her." Except for my head, I was completely, permanently hairless. She said it would make the tattoos she had planned easier; so far, there was just one - the word "sissy whore" in lower case letters on my left ass cheek. Heavy mascara and bright red lipstick only made me look more hideous, I felt, but even that wasn't as bad as the professionally done finger and toe nails. Bright, florescent pink, with a single letter on each.