“Heaven knows what Ben’s got into his head, but I suppose you may as well come in. I’ll have you know I’m not having whatever’s in that crat... clashing with the wallpaper. It can go in the guest room. Up the stairs, third door on the right.”“Right you are.” There were two heavy grunts as the men hoisted the crate. Shortly the door slammed shut.As soon as he felt it was safe, Ben was on his feet, trampling the invasive plant life underfoot before crouching down again to make sure he wasn’t seen. " I'm worried about things, about you, about the Users, about the others." The Users, yes. I remember them. I think we should all worry about them, but why are you worried about me?"I let out a sigh. I couldn't explain it to her, her modified memories wouldn't accept anything I said. She would have to figure it out. Then we could talk about why I was worried about her. "Get dressed, and you'll know."Before she could say anything else, I pressed my lips to hers. I held her to me and let her know. It was a Saturday night late in August and Bobby and I were the only ones in the shop. Bobby was 18 now and I was 27. I had stayed late to do some paperwork for my brother and Bobby had spent the most of the day working on a transmission for Mrs. Madden, the local town whore. I walked out of the office and looked at her hovering over the transmission spread out on a table. She was expertly rebuilding it. “Hey Bobby, I’m heading out. Do you want a ride or will your mom be picking you up?” Bobby. Her looks remained fantastic though. You continued to meet and before long you asked her to be your girlfriend. It's been a year since then and you've been the happiest you have ever been.You pull up at her house. You couldn't wait for tonight. You knock on the door. She opens it looking stunning as per usual. A super cute red dress that accentuated her incredible assets. A great view of her cleavage. You had seen those tits in full many times but you did love seeing them in a dress like.