"Yes?" First, I want you to imagine a box. Can you imagine a box for me?" Yes," she tilted her head up and I could see her holding a mental picture."E...cellent. Now, I want you to think of your memories -- the memories you hold in your head -- as physical objects floating through space, each one like a small marble. Can you do that for me?"This took a while. "Okay," she said, finally."Very good. Now, remember that these memories are merely marbles floating through space. You can grasp them and. Would you like to customize it in any way?”Corva looked the sheet over thoughtfully. If she turned out to be a min-maxing power-gamer, people would never believe she hadn’t been a plant. But, her request turned out to be stylistic. “Instead of daggers, can she wield kukris? They’re a curved blade the Gurkha carried in the nineteenth century.”“Same stats as a dagger?” Nick picked up his iPad to search out the weapon. “They look really cool.”“Yes, but cutting instead of piercing.” Casey said. “A. Well, I'm sure it showed in my eyes at least. You see, she was twenty-two and I was fifty-three at the time. That should have been the end of it. What gorgeous twenty-two year old would want anything to do with a fifty-three year old? I have to say, I do actually look older than that; a little overweight and I cut my hair really short as a good deal of it has already gone. People of all ages were enchanted, however, by my warm smile and sense of humor. But when I flirt with younger women it. I could not believe that men would pay me money for sex as I was not a model or young or even good in the bed. But Mike assured that they would pay me lots of money and he and his wife would teach me everything I need to know. I thought to myself about how I liked fucking Mike and wanted more. I also thought about how fucking other men might be good and fun. I told Mike I was in, then his wife, Rhonda, walked in the room. He told me not to worry as they work together. Rhonda got naked and got.