What the hell did you do, Beth? There are porn-videos playing on the monitors now!" "Oh yeah?!" Beth piped up. "Any good?" Sally kicked her. "All I di... was change the monitor feed into SAL's optical output link." So why is the computer playing lesbian porn?" Sally groaned. "I didn't even know we had this stuff in the archives." Maybe its horny!" Beth replied, and Sally kicked her again. Beth suddenly felt pretty horny herself. As Sally's gaze lingered on the titillating visuals, the point of. Fantasies can sustain, but as rewarding as they may be, they're also a reminder of distant reality is. And some fantasies I certainly wanted to be a part of my reality, regardless of how tempting the dish. And Kitty was definitely dishy.That afternoon notwithstanding, "Ms. Modesty" was my prevailing understanding of Kitty. She clearly had passion, but I had no idea whether she would revert to that in time, or whether she had a gravitation to kinks, for lack of a better word. It was a nervous. Jacobs” smiled down at me, and her eyes looked like they were laughing, but it didn’t seem like she was being cruel. She was definitely amused, and maybe interested. Part of me hoped she was more interested than she should have been, but the other part of me was terrified. What would I do with a woman like that? What could I give a woman like that? She lowered her gaze to something in the palm of her hand. At first, all I could focus on were her eyelashes ... real ones, thick like a baby. After a moment I went on, "Now why did you really choose the Russians over your friends?" They weren't my friends. We lived in the same village that did not make us friends. Everyone knew they were radicals, but everyone knew that they were dangerous as well. Everyone knew that they would kill anyone who didn't go along with them.The Russians grabbed me and persuaded me to help them. They hurt me and threatened to do a lot worse. Finally they offer to move me away afterward. That was the thing.