Daisy leans down and tells me that it's time for abreak. "Relax Joey and take a rest while I consult with Miss Shelly onyour progress and the recommen...ed course based on our evaluation andtest results. Now listen to Miss Shelly and let yourself sink into thatdeep state of relaxation that will allow you to achieve our goals."Daisy enters Miss Shelly's office and closes the door so that theirmeeting remains private. 'Well Daisy, I'm even more encouraged with thiscandidate after her last session.. This time, I can look at Her from behind, and I hungrily gaze at Her perfect ass. I also notice a beautiful tattoo, covering Her entire back. It looks like wings. Bird's wings? Angel's wings? But there is something wrong with them, they look (burned) odd. They are still beautiful, tough, and they look almost like real. She finally reaches the bed. She sits on it. There is small (cruel) grin on Her lips. She looks at me, and She smiles. She knows how badly I want Her, and She likes it. She. Patterson is satisfied that she saw nothing irregular and was about to leave when an older male who appears about the age of her son walks into the store. Instead of going out the door she detours behind a rack of sunglasses. She watches him go to the clerk and hears him ask to see some tennis shoes. Clerk Patti removes a pair from the shelf and then sits on the low stool giving the boy a nice view of her cleavage. She helps him slip on the shoes. Mrs. Patterson thinks that was cute, “Males,. She was more than a little drunk. More than a little stoned. More than a little sweaty. And feeling invincible because of the alcohol and the d**gs she’d taken.Her stomach sank. So stupid. I can’t believe I’m here. I don’t want to relive this—STOP.What? Who was that? It sounded like her.LISTEN.Oh. Oh, right. It sounded like her because it was her. Georgetta had taken the hours of recording they had done and fed it into the VR program until the program could speak in a voice that sounded exactly.