As we got out of the lift at the terrace, we went to a corner and sat down. I asked her about what she wanted to talk.She looked pale and sounded kind...of nervous and hesitantly started speaking. “I saw you and mom in the bed together doing things that seemed inappropriate.” That’s it! By the time she finished this sentence, it was void in my head. I started feeling the fear chill in my spine. I couldn’t look her in her eyes in shame.I came back to my senses and my mind started to think about a. ..........I woke up but kept my eyes closed for a moment to think. I was aliveagain, which meant I'd have to relearn so much. Like walking to thefridge to get a drink instead of wishing it into my hand, things likethat.Only one time too. Uploads always have the time to think thingsthrough, to address any task thoroughly. I'd been an Upload five yearsbut I'd "experienced" around 100 years. I don't remember much of itthough, as an Upload you edit out the memories of tedious days workingout. Ummmm I had to ask... 'are you wearing the same undies as in your picture?'..."wait and see' was her answer. Now I might be silly at times but that lead me to one conclusion... condoms required.I asked how long I had to wait before I saw, her answer got me hard... about ten minutes after you finish that drink... I necked it! That made her laugh.Outside I followed her over to her car... she put her arms around my neck and we kissed, my hands moved down to her waist and she said softly into my. “Why don’t you start by telling us your name?”“Bonnie, Mr. Morecock,” I murmured, fidgeting as Mrs. Morecock stroked my bare arm with the tips of her scarlet nails. “But my friends all call me Bunny.”“Bunny. Such a cute name. And why don’t you call me Lance?”“And you should call me Sapphire. You have very lovely skin.”“Thank you, Mrs. More- I mean, Sapphire.”“You look warm. Why don’t you take your top off?”It was rather warm, or at least I was, and it seemed like such a reasonable request, so.