Anyone trying to read his mind was quickly crippled by a wash of painful memories--their own, in addition to the many he had gathered from previous vi...tims. This had to be dealt with delicately. That was why I had been chosen.I was sitting at an outdoor restaurant, making sure everyone ignored me, when he came out of the Denny's across the street. Mr. Bell had a blank-faced waitress following him puppyishly. Casting subtlety aside, he'd merely suppressed her awareness of self and memory, making. Your heart is beating a hundred times a second as you walk over to the test area. This makes up for all the time you spent buried in books, your almost total lack of utter human interaction, and the last 10 years of being so busy working you hadn't even had a single date. You lowered your head to eye level with the cage that looks to contain only a pet exercise wheel, food/water combo dish, and a motionless plane of cider chips. Your stomach drops as fear hits you. Even with your test subject. There was no disguising what just happened there.The vibration abruptly stops and my head clears. I realize I’m out of breath, and I’m gasping noisily. I don’t trust myself to say anything in front of the audience, but it doesn’t matter. Apparently there’s nothing more to say.?Take this cunt away,? Wagner orders, sounding almost bored. Is that it? The show is over now I’ve cum in front of the watching universe. There was nothing I could do to prevent the orgasm, but Wagner’s tone is cold with. He got himself a quick snack of beef stew. In his pajamas, he checked his e-mail. He had received two copies of the real story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, a reminder from Ken of the work sessions on the next two days, and an inquiry if he still played MUDs on-line. There was nothing from Shannon."Thinking about you," he sent her, and signed it "An Unknown Admirer."When he went off-line, he slipped the disk from Dave into his floppy drive and looked through the pictures. Steve figured.