But I still couldn't drive, so I suppose getting a ride to and from school was better than walking.Shutting the engine off, Elena sniffed the air and ...hen looked over at me with a sigh. "You should probably take a shower," she said in her thick Mexican accent. Gawd I hated Mexicans. They all smelled funny.Speaking of smelling funny, I couldn't blame the stench in the car on Elena. Not this time, since it was coming from my own body. Rotting bits of food were stuck to my clothes and skin, even. And she had invented a sort of dildo that could approximate that sensation in a vagina or rectum. It consisted of an open-cage cylinder with a large orifice on its side. The cylinder would be slipped into the vagina or rectum, and motors at the base would activate a set of small probes that could be directed to stimulate a small surface area, which was displayed on a computer screen using a micro-camera inside the tube. Not only could the probe be manipulated by a joystick or the computer’s. From Savannah's house, we got to Interstate Highway 30 within a few minutes. Mandy had been right about traffic. Apparently many holiday travelers were out and on the highway. Savannah and Mandy had worked out an alternate root, but that would require getting off the highway, and that wasn't going to happen very quickly.Feelings from our sharing still lingered. I was still anxious, and I was sure the girls probably were too. We needed a distraction, but I couldn't think of anything to talk. " There was an angrytriumph in his voice. "But you didn't..." WHAP! He slapped her face. "Shut up! I won't listen to your lies!" He stood there, keeping her wristin that death grip while he ranted on about her and her kind for whatseemed like hours. He finished with "Get out! I will see you fired. And ifI have anything to say about it, prosecuted!" He dragged her toward thedoor. "Just let me thumb out, and I'm gone," she shot back. "And let you try something else? Not on your life. Now get out,.