I came back to my senses as well-my head was reeling with all the visuals of the last hour….this was too much for me-a heady mixture that knocked me...out….the only thing which kept working was my cock which was throbbing within my pants to the extent of being painful…I watched the car slowly roll out of the parking slot…i was wondering what to do when suddenly, the car halted a few feet ahead…the driver’s window came down and her hand came out…she gestured me over to the car…I came closer….she. It's a parakeet," and she moved her hand to reveal a small green bird seemingly perched on her finger.She was very glad the AI seemed to intuit her plan. She said aloud to the children, and so instructed the AI, "You can't touch it. If you try, it will fly away. It can only do things that a real parakeet can do. It can't fly upside down, and such. The wondrous thing, though, is that it will fly from one of your fingers to your friend. Jeremy, hold your finger out and catch the bird." When he. ”“I knew it,” said Prudence. She didn’t sound like she was happy to be vindicated. “Is she okay?”“Were you ever okay when you were in love?” asked Bev, with wisdom much older than her chronological age. “Were you ever okay when a man was involved?”Prudence smiled. “Yes, actually. I was. And you are too.”Bev flashed a wide grin. “I know, but it’s so much fun to blame everything on the man.”“Where’s Suzie?”“She’s still talking to her.”“What now?” asked Prudence, looking toward her daughter’s. I forget about it overnight until I see the address in my history or the biological pressure gets to be too much for me, then I Google it. That is the point where I am back in the game, so to speak." I explained."You know that you can really embarrass me," he said. "Your vocabulary is first rate, but the ideas you express are fit for a teenage slut," So I'm a teenage slut with a good vocabulary. I'm sure that somewhere at sometime I have been called worse." I said. I paused a moment then asked,.