If something goes wrong, it can leave the synth in a brain-dead state, with autonomic responses only. Living, but no cognition. Most times the caretak...r for the synth has me ... well, you understand. However, there are some where the caretaker knew the synth that underwent the procedure before, and they can’t let go. I know a caretaker for one of those brain-dead synths. If they’re willing, we could try transferring your friend’s consciousness into her.”My companions were silent, watching me. A little further now till the end of me slides into you, you can feel the ridge on me just catch on you as it moves, more smoothly now, in and out. Now I can feel your whole body vibrating with arousal and tension, you really are desperate for my cock you little slut. and then, yet again, I do my thing. this is more than you can stand. I hear you say something. “what was that”, you say it again. “please”, “ok” I reply “please what”, now the game of my cock vs your stubbornness starts out all. . yeah. She was swimming so..." Did you check her for a pulse? Try giving her mouth-to-mouth? What did you do upon arriving at the scene, Deputy?" I, uh..." Hansen shrugged. "I called the Sheriff." Okay," Tina nodded. "Thank you, Deputy. You've been a real help."After spending the morning talking to Fiddler and going through the official reports, the last thirty minutes with Hansen hadn't given her anything new. The boy wasn't lying and he was too dumb to be involved in anything more serious. For a few minutes they kissed, and he began to relax. “That’s better my love, you were so tense” she whispered in his ear, and then she nibbled the lobe. She pulled back and gave him a long, hard stare. “God”, he thought, “I can’t even do this right”, and tear began to swell up in his eyes. “Do you love me?” Susan asked. “Oh no, hear it comes”, the voice screamed in his soul, “you managed to piss someone else off”. “Yes”, he barley whispered. “Then touch me, caress me, I don’t break!” Susan.