.”“He’s still there,” Jess reassured her. “And I explained a little of what happened; I didn’t give him specifics. You can do that later i... you choose. But he is very understanding. And very HOT by the way, good job!”Emma forced a giggle. “Thanks.”“Anyway, I spoke with him and I think we can work things out. Come with me,” Jess said, extending her hand to help Emma up from the couch.The still bottomless Emma followed Jess out the door. This time, a neighbor down the hall was walking in her. I could see my heart operating in wonderful detail, but brains aren't big lumps of working organic machinery. (If you think proximity sensing at the cubic millimeter level is so mind boggling as to be impossible to manage, ask yourself what resolution your eyes see down to. Most computer panels have 96 dots per inch, so nearly 4 per linear 25th of an inch, making about 15 per square millimeter. You have no trouble managing blocks of 15 pixels, and can manage considerably smaller areas than. I managed to scrub the smudged makeup off, and carefully remove the evidence of last night's activities from my face, teeth, and nether regions. When I emerged, they helped me put on the pantaloons, and in a little while I was dressed and made up like before. But this time I helped. I guess the guy that ran the stop-and-rob was marooned also, because they had tracked down some bread and lunchmeat. I was starved, but one large sandwich and I was full. "Corset" clicked.Someone banged on the. "to be honest ... kind of." And that was not a lie. Which nobody was more surprised about than Diane herself."good, cuz its so hard for u. its out and im touchin it." you are not. really?" hellz yeah. im strokin it for u, mommy."Diane nearly jumped away from the computer at this, and looked over her shoulder, to make sure Alan wasn't standing right there. Then she realized what he must be doing, and typed: "stroking it for me? or for your real mom?" right now for u. will u be my mommy?" Okay..