“A problem? You’re fucking in the parking lot of a theatre, of course, there’s a problem,” he said. “Quickly step outside. I have to report ...ou to the security head. He’ll see what legal action is to be taken against you two!”“No, no, please, sir, don’t do that. Look, we’re just young and stupid, and we made a big mistake. This will not happen again, I swear,” I said as I tried to convince him. He did not budge. We went back and forth, trying to convince him to let us go.I noticed he couldn’t. Yes! Now PLEASE go! Interrupted Sara. Fine! Be good, love you. Said both Saras mom and dad, in unison. They closed the door, and Sara went to go prepare the snacks. It was only Two Thirty, so she decided she had some time to kill. Sara went into the bathroom and looked at herself. She had no boyfriend at the time and wondered why. She had never even had a boyfriend. As she pondered, Sara felt and itch between her legs. She pulled down her jeans and panties and saw her vagina wet. She wondered. For example, when they did a magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) study of my heart, with some special computer processing, their computers crashed. They had left the intercom open, and, after listening to them curse at the machine, I called out some possible fixes. Once they figured out that the patient was kibitzing, they questioned me, agreed I knew what I was talking about, and we worked together to correct the problem.A couple of nights later, I awakened, at first frightened. All I could see. Sam's head was swimming. She knew herboyfriend was now a very beautiful horny women who was madly in love withAndy. Sam sat back down next to William and apologized. She looked atWilliam and saw a man, polite, very good looking who was willing to waitfor her and not lose his patience. She took a sip of win and said,"SoWilliam, what do you do?"After what seemed like a very long time, the two fuck machines returnedto the table only to excuse themselves. Andy and Maria were going back toAndy's.