( shut up.. will ya) he thought starting to get frustrated with her questions interrupting his tango with the two foreign exchange students from Swede....Meg gave up and concluded no one was home. (oh good) she thought with a naughty grin. She trotted around the couch and plopped herself down between the bags. Her spandex pants were tight as always and her top left nothing to the imagination. She had been horny all week and her husband Sal had been avoiding her, staying late at work and. ”Deirdre looked at me with such devoted, confusion. Her eyes were sad, even as she shared her intent to get married. We had something special, but the one thing she needed right then was the same thing the vast majority of women need. It’s a husband and family. I knew I could never compete with that, and it was always in the back of my mind.She sniffed back tears, and said, “Please say something, Darling. Please talk to me...”She deserved this. It was my responsibility to let her off the hook. Somehow, a sizable mutation in the copy -- preserving the original checksum! -- had changed my backup's perception of herself. She didn't believe she was me, she believed she was superior to me. And while I slept, for pleasure, longer than my enhanced mind needed, she set out to prove it by assimilating all the knowledge she could. I'm not sure how she managed the mindsize -- copies of herself? Regardless, she'd locked me out of everything, and put a bunch of protections in Arcadia's code. I. I wasn’t helping by running my hand up her leg and showing him her thighs regularly. I had no intention of sharing her, and I wasn’t even thinking about that. I was just trying to tease my friend. Around ten that night, we decided to go to bed. Once in bed, we started kissing and touching each other. She asked if I saw how John was looking at her and I mumbled yes while licking her nipples. I asked her what she thought about it and if she would want to fuck him too. She moaned yes and we went.