After David’s career had peaked they as a couple pretty much ceased to be. Sex with him was never fabulous by any means but it was at least adequate...while it lasted or so she thought. Her perception of adequate was limited by not ever having anything to compare it with because David was her one and only. The thing that she missed the most wasn’t the sex, it was the intimacy and touching, something as simple as holding hands or a hug in public or even someone to talk too about her interests. Bensons serum, I was able to shave my prints off and carve new ones with an exact o knife, they would last long enough to get what ever ID I need. I felt like I was stealing from the casinos with my abilities thats when I started to fake careers, it made me feel less like a crook.I had a catalog of identities I could use, with degrees and history to back them up, with my ability to absorb information I could be from any profession, I had even done a stint as a neural surgeon (I had need to do. I sat down, trying to listen to what she had to say, but I could feel the blood rushing to my cock, and after a few minutes it was becoming difficult to hide my erection from her. I don’t know why I’d never looked at her as more than a friend, but right then I was starting to regret it, and I was feeling terrible for it. The few parts of the conversation that I’d heard had something to do with her fast approaching wedding, and how she felt there were still things she wanted to do before. Even the ocean discreetly eyes you with interest as it continues to creep closer, and closer. It is known that you are important, oft heard of, and well thought of. You are loved, and you are a slut. You are intelligent, confident and capable, but you are also a part time whore...You are for use.You are a well made toy. A perfectly designed plaything. In this world, you are a statue, a beautiful sculpture. You’ve heard that things like you are made to be enjoyed. You smile nearly every time you.