"Hank, Jill and I don't mind you using our memory records," Charles was saying, "but let us go. I know that you love us both. You were the best leader...I ever served under. Combat leaders love their men even when they lead them to their deaths. Hank, Jill and I don't want to become robots or clones. I know you mean well, but we are going into the next chapter together. We're leaving nothing behind except memories in the hearts of those we love."Amanda watched her owner, lord and master. She. . Well the weekend goes off without a hitch sunday about 530 my mom gets a call from Pam suggesting I stay the night. Whatever Ill be there before my 900 curfew and she says that I dont have to worry about my moms silly curfew, after all I am almost 13 so I stayed out until 130 I knew Pam would be home then. I role in about 20 after 1 I hear this faint but muffled moan I look around but cant find the noise. I go over and shut the door figureing the noise is coming from outside and go get in the. I stood in front of it, hand on the handle. Taking a deep breath, I opened it.Nothing had changed. Her flower-print bed cover was half off her bed, the sheets askew, as if she’d just gotten up this morning. A small overnight case rested on the bed. School books were spread over a messy desk. The room smelled musty. Her sneakers were lying on the floor, her closet door partially open, her clothes still hanging. A bookshelf had a haphazard collection of books on it.My heart thumped. One step. One. My sister always talked about screwing the football team, such was her voracity for cock, she wanted to be surrounded by it, whereas I was happy to have just one of my choosing.'Still ever the romantic Mariel', she mocked, s having removed her outer garment and threw it across the back of the chair, 'I see you're dressed for the supermarket', her mid-thigh little number riding a few inches below her stocking tops, 'you look like a desperate whore', but she was not in the slightest perturbed,.