My back arches. I am now straight and stock still, my head an even plane from the top of my hair, dangling down around my face (now hidden) past my n...ck, down my back. The only place my body curves at any but the straightest of angles is at the natural curve of my full and ripe ass. Roughly, he enters me. My body goes limp under the skin, my muscles and bone offering no resistance to this violation. Over the skin, I am bent at the waist, 90 degrees of fear, stock still, only my fingers now. " Abigail sounded alarmed."Oh no. I'm sorry. It was a silly idea." Beatrice blushed, she wasangry with herself for being so forward.Abigail actually felt a little sorry for the woman even though they hadonly just met. Having to look after a teenage boy who insisted on beingcooped up in this house must be very frustrating. And Abigail didn'thave to do anything really. Just let the boy clean up her back garden."Ok I'll do it but I insist on paying him," Abigail blurted out beforeshe really. She almost burst out with joy at seeing the clear blue water. She scribbled a not which said that she is a great swimmer. I told her that we can swim later, together at which she again blushed and looked away embarrassed. When I told her that I was serious, she looked alarmed and scribbled another note. *What will your Mom think about me?* I smiled slyly and said, ‘She don’t haveto know.’ She still looked unsure and slightly concerned. ‘What you don’t have a bathing suit?’ I nudged her. ” It was definitely Demi’s voice, but it sounded hollow, emotionless.“How have you been?” Jessie wanted her to reply in full, to have a conversation with her.“I have been dead,” said Holo-Demi. Jessie nearly broke into tears.“Computer. You’ve got it wrong. This is all wrong.”“Is it not Demi Huskley’s voice?” asked the computer.“Yes, it’s her voice, but she sounds like you. There’s no emotion in her voice.”“It is what you asked for. An interactive copy of Demi Huskley using her vocal pattern,”.