“, sagt Pia zu ihm und will seine Hand wegschieben.„Pst.“, zischt der Kenianer. Er zeigt Pia das Klappmesser in seiner anderen Hand und schiebt ...eine Hand in Richtung der abgeschnittenen Jeans.Entsetzen keimt in Pia auf. Sie blickt sich um. Niemand scheint etwas mitzubekommen. Der Kenianer gibt ihr zu verstehen, dass sie sich nichts anmerken lassen soll. Wieder zeigt er ihr das Messer. Jetzt greift auch der andere Kenianer ins Geschehen ein. Er legt seine Hand auf Pias anderes Bein.Pia traut. But She still let me meet Her - twice - and She understood how in awe of Her I wasI regularly sent Her worship sheets, made up ‘mag covers’ using Her photos and with titles like ‘Spunk Queen’, as well as the scans of Her mag pics (which clearly had been ‘used’ by a ‘perv’). I was able to be quite explicit in my emails, unlike on the rare occasions when I got to speak to girls when I was always tongue-tied. And I asked Miss Danica if I could see Her pose. “If you mean do a photo-shoot, then. That’s what it was like in old science fiction movies, right? The androids or robots would move around with the mechanical buzzing to signify the gears moving in their body.My skin was soft. I could feel touches. Goosebumps appeared on my flesh when I ran my hands up and down my arms.It had been two weeks since that first day I woke up.Memories still hadn’t returned to me, but I knew everything Celestial had on file about Olivia Bartram and her life, which honestly wasn’t very personal. At supper, that cause of worry materialized, though not as I expected. Instead, the three of us were in my trailer. Flora and Lora were both a little scared, but I wasn't afraid, so they quickly realized that there was nothing to fear. They then became curious, as they discovered that this was my residence."What are these things?" Flora pointed to my TV and other electronic equipment, such as my laptop."Electronics. This is a television and this is a notebook computer. That's a microwave. It.