The ability for the room to interpret and display this information was a result of the rooms immature young soul.Although this seemed complex, the tas...s this little soul had to accomplish were a great deal simpler for it because the array patterns basically did most the work for it. It was essential only there to act as a buffer between the array patterns and James and to allow James to interact with the room properly.Once these little screens popped up, James reached out to one that amusingly. I really didn't mind working for my money and I certainly didn't mind the journey. I have nothing against foreplay, believe me. But, I have to admit, sometimes I missed a girl like Lauren who didn't take much more than a glance and a stroke to get that motor revving.Lauren also had the blackest hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. She was half Spanish and half Irish, if I recall correctly. She could captivate with just a stare, those big blue eyes could bring a man to his knees. I was. It was her body. It felt good to be.She took a look in the mirror again at the new words she’d written in the past two days. They didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. She turned on the hot water, flushed the bloody paper down the toilet and got in before she’d leave any more evidence.Strange as it seemed to her, she felt better after she got out. Not good enough to eat a full meal, but good enough to have a smattering and go to sleep.On Wednesday she received more of the same orders. It made no. " Fancy doing it again sometime?" I asked as I held the cab door for her."Oh, honey, I'd love to, but you have a life of your own. You don't want to spend it consoling lonely old women."I slid into the seat beside her. "Are you lonely, mum?" I asked, concerned."Just a figure of speech," she said. "What I mean is that there must be hundreds of girls out there who would scratch my eyes out if they thought I was keeping you to myself."I laughed and held my arm up so she could snuggle into me.When.