Pretty much all I needed was a clean room.As you see, the implant has a pacemaker battery, a microchip controller, a tiny pump, and little fluid packs... It's an ordinary device, though not as common as ones that deliver only one medication. The battery has to be replaced every five years, and the fluids topped off by hypodermic injection from time to time. All I did was add a radio-control circuit and reprogram the controller. You don't have to be a rocket scientist for that. Or a brain surgeon. When I was secured to his satisfaction he escorted Jenny to the bathroom. I don’t know what happened in there, she protested loudly a couple of times before there was a long silence and then they came out again. Whatever Harold had done in there was pretty embarrassing; Jenny wouldn’t even look in my direction.Harold pulled out the sleeper portion of the sleeper sofa and after pushing Jenny down onto the nasty mattress he crawled up beside her and wrapped his arms and legs around her and went. “Would you prefer cash or plastic,” I asked her. Avarice took the place of curiosity as I settled the bill. Debbie offered a ten percent discount on the volume of items we’d chosen, which I returned as a thank you for her after-hours service. I was getting the hang of this tipping thing.Finally, with thanks echoing from both sides of the transaction, Debbie left – her rails a lot emptier than they were when she arrived. Summer stared at the cupboard where they hung.“Jesus, Bryn. This is a lot. Their legs were so long and sexy. They were the kind of legs that would have a nice grip on my hips if I was to fuck one of them. Those cheerleaders put models to shame. Their tits were the best part. Every move they did made them bounce. I would watch from the parking lot as their tits bounced when they dance. There was one little cheerleader that caught my eye the first time. Truth was I was fucking her. I remembered the first time I fucked her like it was yesterday. I remembered her walking.