Tell Hansel that we're at the fair, andit's gonna be nighttime till we get back." She flipped the phone closedand tucked it back into her pocket, and ...ighed. Gwen had never heardthose names before.Gwen surveyed the mainstreet. All the metal looked rusted, and the woodenfalse fronts of the buildings were splintered and worn. It reminded herof ghost towns in the wild west. Brassy antique decorations weredisplayed in nearby windows, but the lights were off. It was supposedly acarnival, but there. " Wow," she said, "did not see that coming, you have hidden that secretvery well. You really want to do this, okay I will make that call to myAunt."I said, "Thank you, if she will write me a prescription for estrogen,then could you help me with the data collection, we can go over that ifshe writes the prescription."I did not notice how we got to her parents' house; I was just a littlelost. I said, "You can tell me at school, if the answer is yes. How doI get back to Shipyard Blvd.?"Linda. ’ Another wave of pleasure rolled over her at the mere thought of the word.Whoever was doing this was extremely devious—they’d programmed in a lust for the idea of being programmed itself. But she wasn’t too far gone, not yet. If she could avoid wearing The Suit, the programming would fade—and if she could hack into it, then she’d be able to find out exactly who was responsible.But first, she decided to have another long, cold shower.Keri arrived home at 8pm, and knocked on her housemate’s. Don't forget I've got all your important information (home address, phone number, employer, e-mail, credit card info, wife's name, etc, etc.). It's amazing how much of a guy's life he keeps in his wallet. If you don't want your wife to get a copy of that dvd, keep your fucking mouth shut, at least until next time I'm ready to stick my dick in it. I'm heading back to Nevada tomorrow (turns out I only live a few miles from your house) after I drop off my trailer, but I think I'll need one more.