She’d get off tonight, all right, but on her terms – and making this piece of shit pay for his insouciant arrogance was beginning to turn her on. ...��Same time,” she said, shooting him a sly grin. “Why? What do you have in mind?” *** Josh turned up at 10:45. She was ready for him. He didn’t even get to the bar before she was in his arms, pressing her voluptuous body up against him. Her hand played over his ass, and she could tell that her enthusiastic embrace had put him off his game ever so. . not like this." It was the most wonderful frustration not to be able to think clearly. "I know," he said, moving his head back so that those eyes focused on hers again. He took her face in his hands, stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. "I know. You can tell me to stop any time. I hope you don't." He pulled her lips to his and she felt something inside her crumble to dust. She began to kiss him back more forcefully, but he still had control. She let him keep it, as he seemed to need it. Not to. "By now you've heard about this morning's events at the Palm Beach Daily Gazette," she said. "I've been asked questions about it for most of the day, but I didn't want to comment until I had all the facts. I have them now."First, in no way does what happened today have any bearing on me. The newspaper intruded on a private moment between my boyfriend and a dear friend of his — a young girl he has visited in the hospital for the last seven months."So far it was word for word from what I'd. So, after the news, he went online and googled around for information about femborgs. What he found surprised him. He discovered that most femborgs and maleborgs are condemned prisoners on death row who requested acceptance into the CH-MEMS program to escape execution. That's short for Cyborg Human Micro Electrical Mechanical Systems, following the use of the original term HI-MEMS and CI-MEMS programs by the military to use cyborg insects to spy on enemy encampments on the front lines. What.