The clips that had held the long tresses must have worked their way loose a long time ago. I didn’t even care that he was seeing me in my most worn ...lue jeans and oversized red T-shirt. How awful I looked was nothing compared to how I felt. ‘Clare, just get in the car. You are too tired to drive. You will end up killing yourself or someone else.’ He propelled me into the front seat of his car. I was too tired to put up much of a fight. I leaned my head back and let my eyes close. Oh, blissful. "18 or not! You shouldn't...you! But...!" I was at a loss of words. I've watched my fair share of porn. And they were growing up, moving out soon. I couldn't argue."Watch it with us." Michael said and patted the couch next to him. Reluctantly I sat down and watched the movie uncomfortably. I was so wet, I wanted to go get my dildo and moan so loud! Michael began to carress my hair, as his arm was on the back of the couch. The old yawn-and-put-arm-around trick. I didn't stop him, I liked my hair. We’ve already stayed too long for our own safety. We need to find out what those men were after and why they were trying to kill us.’ I nodded and began scrubbing the blood off my face and the little bit that had gotten onto my clothes. ‘You know, it hurt like hell. It felt like my body was being ripped apart.’ I glanced at her and pulled my shirt back on after deciding that was about as clean as it was going to get. ‘I just told you what I was told. I was only told so much and since you have. “You know what I feel don’t you?”“Yes,” he replied, “but my mind is a male mind grown from Doctor Mueller’s brain cells. Your feelings of extreme pleasure are very interesting... and very enjoyable in their own way, but they are not my feelings. They are your feelings. They are a woman’s feelings. I have no way of knowing what I– what a man– should feel.”Marcella again sat thinking for a long time and then finally said, “It looks like the only way to solve this is to get you a body.”“That.