Hummm, Oh yes~! Star wars is playing,episode II, if I remember correctly. She wore her long boots, Black Thigh high stockings, nothing of a thong, off...white, mid length skirt, and a short sleeve black top with lots of cleavage, push up bra.... Mmm she looked good enough to eat. The theater has stadium seating, and we went about just above half wayup, middle of the row, center. There were quite a few people there, it surprised me, but was by no means crowded. We settled in, had a few sips of. Roger was suddenly walking at her with a stool in hand, “Hey, cutie, you’re a runner right? Do me a favor and turn sideways. Great now lean on this.” He set the stool off to the side of her. “Great now bend over some more.”“See, she’s got a great ass.”“Good legs too, alright, honey, bend over and stick that ass out. Good, spread your legs a little bit. Shoulder width. Good, little more. Great. Cock your hips to the side. Keep those legs straight.”The camera flashed and clicks kept coming along. I can't wait...' I stood there motionless as I watched the three of them walk away. My mind was blank, they wanted me to be alone with them all night, how was I going to survive something like that and still be me. I walked home trying to come up with a plausible reason for staying over at any of their homes while their folks were out of town. I could hear my folks telling me how much trouble boys could get into being unsupervised. And besides Bruce Uncle had already took me against my will. AnComs were about doing whatever. Plurals, like the Upkin, like the Neopolitans, like the Federals, were about doing something very specific. They pushed themselves. Not purely biologically or through cybernetics, but mentally. They were the people who had invented cortical stacks, and invented splicing, and taken the parts of the Meme War that hadn’t been labeled as a crime against humanity, and they had experimented from there.The Plural ambassador was several different minds wedded together.