And again. Ssssswit! "Ow! My tits!" ...And yet again. Ssssswit! "Ahhhhhh! Not on the tits!Please no more!"My nipples were on fire. I could not remain ...neeling there, presenting my breasts to the switch. I struggled to my feet, the crux bar forcing me to bend forward. He could hit me on the butt if he wanted, but I couldn't take any more on the breasts."Ah, your sweet breasts have been well punished."He stepped to my rear, sliding the switch down my spine as he went. I arcedmy back downward,. He was a careful driver and hated to be in two minds. He needed help. Then he spotted a button, in a bank of buttons to one side of the unit, that was marked “Voice”, so in desperation, Brian pushed the button, more in hope than conviction that he had any clue what he was doing.A voice said, “Congestion delays ahead, please take the third turning off the roundabout and head ... North, along the A-three ... seventy ... nine.” The voice was commanding, insistent even, and Brian obeyed without a. They even drew pictures and pantomimed, before resorting to English.So it was, on the twenty-second of September, when I was chattering away with my students, discussing Chinese politics as they applied toward the internet in China, when the door opened and a woman calmly walked in and sat down. I knew instantly who she was, though she didn't look at all like the woman I remembered so well.Well, except for that neon pink hair.The kids looked at her, and she gazed back. The conversation had. Audrey dashed up to the dining area, knowing there was a restroom and, therefore, a mirror. She burst through the door and looked into the mirror and was thrilled to see Amber looking back at her with wonder.“I’m back! Amber’s back!” she squealed. She dashed back down to the dock and hugged both Chuck and her boyfriend. “How?”“Not that complicated, as Master PC things go,” Chuck explained with all due superiority. “The young girl who wound up with the Amber program allowed us to borrow it long.