" "Yes, Sir." she said. She unbuttoned the long sleeve white blouse that she was wearing. She removed it and laid it carefully next to the computer. "...ow the skirt." Slowly she took off the mid-thigh length skirt she had worn to work that day. It dropped to the floor around her ankles. She stepped out of it and folded it neatly, setting it on the table next to her computer on top of the blouse. She stood up in front of the computer camera again. Amy was all too aware that her figure was not. We won both games from Detroit that long, long afternoon at Camden Yards, and darned if the Maryland contingent didn't sit through the whole thing as if their only ambition in life was to watch baseball doubleheaders, in 90 degree temperatures.When did these girls practice?Well. That was a little unfair. Most of our games were played at night, and I imagined that most of their games were played during the day. But the main U. Maryland campus was closer to Washington, D.C. than to Baltimore. It. “I can’t believe you would spy on me like that!” Dannye argued. I didn’t have a response. After a few seconds of silence, Dannye countered, “I knew you were watching.” “Bullshit! You didn’t even know I was there.” “Yes, I did,” Dannye argued back. “No, you didn’t.” “Yes, I did.” “No you didn’t!” I replied. Our argument was going nowhere fast. I stayed quiet, because I knew eventually, Dannye would cave in and admit I was right. All I had to do is wait. After a few minutes of silence, Dannye. That allowed me to keep the pain at bay.I remember the first time I opened my eyes in almost a decade. As I had become more used to my HI-AI interface, I had spent all my time in the virtual environment. After all, when I was the Ghost in the Machine, I’d much rather be the Goddess Online rather than Broken Mary Donovan. What did my body offer me except for pain, suffering and immobility? So, it felt like I was raising sixteen tons of rocks by opening my eyes. I still had my interface, as part.