She nodded and replied, "Yes, I am sure. I feel safe with you, Gil. I know I don't know how I will react to the things I want you to do to me. But, I ...eed to know. I want to experience this need that has been stirred awake inside me and explore my limits. It's okay if you hurt me; I know you will stop if I ask you to." I smiled at her, "I'll try not to leave marks that will be difficult to explain." "Fuck," she moaned, "Yes, I want marks as a reminder that you and I were real, that I offered. ..Fuck...Todd?” She said between his thrusts. “What? You don’t like it, Krista?” “A...Little...Warning...Would...Have...Been...Nice. It...Kinda...Hurts.” She was half hoping he’d pull out and find another hole to fuck, but at the same time she liked it. “I know. You deserve it, bitch.” Krista was surprised, “What?” Todd pulled Krista by the hair so that the back of her head was on his shoulder, “You’re a bitch. I waited all year for you to hit on me so we could fuck before I started dating. It was around this time that a younger man boarded the train and squeezed himself right between me and the person next to me. He smelled like he was wearing woman's perfume, was a bit shorter than most and from what I could see he was wearing a tight muscle shirt and a pair of leather pants. As the train lunged forward his tight little butt grinded up against my pants. It was at this time I could see he had a zipper running down the back of his pants. I thought to myself "this little queer. Running from fast memory, but with no other activity in that memory, it ran OK. The problem seemed to have something to do with both Reaper and Stretch accessing the fast memory at the same time, and it was more consistent when the Stretch program was using the memory, not the tape.I said, "It's possible that there's a problem with the fast memory capture mechanism. What if both Reaper and the Stretch are bidding for it, and there's no clear winner? Let's do some scoping!"Miguel and Aaron.