That was why Kate felt so nervous, so flighty, so scared. Kate remembered a time when thinking wasn't so hard, so difficult. The drugs and hypnosis ...and physchological training and disciplining had all forced changes on Kate in the last eight months, robbing the subject of independence of thought or even trying to think. "Pretty girls don't think-- they just smile, Kate. Understand?" the Teacher had told Kate, who replied with a big bright smile. Oh yes, Kate understood. Especially. Even the upper class members of eastern society saw the outlaws as some sort of heroic challenge to oppression when they were pretty much a bunch of bottom of the deck dealing scum bags.She was surprised when Butch proposed to her and momentarily tempted to accept his offer because of the powerful hold of his talented cock. Fortunately, reality took over and she turned him down telling him,"I wouldn't do that to you, Butch. You are a tumble-weed and destined to keep riding into the next valley. . bitch." I curse, as Jessica well-timed green shell detonates behind my racer, stopping me dead and allowing her to take the lead. I push her, but she rolls with it, never taking her eyes off the screen, sticking her tongue out at me. I stick mine out back, trying to catch back up, before continuing. "I'm going to trick Jessica." You're not going to ask her, Anna?" No." Shaking my head, before grinning as I use the lightning to shrink all the other racers, her included. "Take that. No. I've. No plans. No goal. No hope." You are never without hope, Lita. I told you that you are good here as long as you want." But you sent me away. To your sister." Lita, I am trying to be a decent person. I thought that maybe you would be more comfortable living with another female. I mean, you and I, we have to take care around each other. About decency." I am decent. You are decent. Is not a problem, Dave."This statement was made by a teen, tawny-skinned, dark-eyed, soft, smelling of bath soap, in.