I wanted to do this, just like I would if you weren’t here. Like an adult, living my own life. Having my own experiences. I’m sorry if it hurt you... It wasn’t my intention. Honest.’ Inside Candice was fuming. Her palms itched. She wanted to give Ben a piece of her mind, as well as Jon. He had to have known she would be asked about this phantom trip. She should have been warned and included in their little mind game. ‘Honey, don’t get angry. I know it’s your life, and… .’ ‘No mom, it’s not. ..for fuck sake, I'm gagging...fuck me please!" She whimpered, excitement visibly running down her legs. "Aye ya right" and took three steps, lifted his belly onto her lower back and rammed his truncheon hard and fast, deep into her depths. Sylvia groaned in pain as much as it gave her pleasure, but nevertheless egged him on faster and faster, never complaining as the huge man physically abused her body, reigning slaps to her backside and thighs, twisting and pulling her engorged, ring. But the hacked code that had lain latent within me since my encounter with Lucy remained available, and the heuristics triggered it now as a method to achieve their way with me. The decision was heavily weighted towards keeping me as I already was, and I took the logical course.Studying Frieda's code before I discarded it I realized that Frieda had twice as much available memory as I did. This told me something I hadn't realized before, that I had two unused expansion slots inside me - both. Mr. Shapiro the owner was an absentee landlord who was only interested in the envelope we gave him on the 10th of each and every month. Gina got 20% of the receipts for her investment and we each got 2 yards in cash that we kept off the books and he used as a deduction for his taxes. It was a sweet deal because we could pick up extra for special work for the residents and got the entire basement for our own use. There were at least 14 rooms in the basement unit but we only used about 5 of them.