The towel she’s wearing around her body remains taught as she maneuvers to show me the open socket, which seems to have a bunch of pins in it. I bar...ly understand what I’m looking at. ‘Just push it in so that the arrows line up,’ she instructs me. I do it, and she cringes in pain as it hooks up to…her. ‘Right…now then.’ I don’t even have time to shout in surprise as she spins around and grabs me by the throat with her mechanical arm. It tightens slightly, and I fight to keep my bladder under. He made her feel sowonderfully sensual, erotic. She'd answer his questions with elaborate details. It shaped hisunderstanding of her. But her answers and recollections shaped her too,forming an intricate mesh of experiences that had made her the woman shewas now. It provided a context that helped her better understand whoshe was.He asked her when she started smoking. She told him she began at 15,just as she'd told others. But he probed further."Did you think it was cool or something?" he. He almost threw up and quickly ran out of the bathroom.At that moment, I'd completely forgotten that I was female. "Yuck! What's Ethan doing looking at me naked?"My sister pulled a notepad out of her back pocket and made a check on it with a pencil she was holding. "How does it feel to be ogled? Check," she said.***"Shaun made me do it, I swear," Ethan admitted. It was about ten that morning and I was walking down the sidewalk of the street of my house with my best friend. Between his t-shirt. So, we had a chat. It won't happen again."I could see different emotions passing over her face. Then she clenched her eyes closed for a moment, gathering herself."Thank you," she said. "I'm sorry ... it's just that I've never really seen that side of frat guys. What you stopped in our chemistry class is what I get all the time. That's why I'll walk twice as far to circle around their houses instead of going in front of them."Her tension seemed to be fading slightly, but she still seemed.