I'm not experienced enough to know, but I doubt it. The salesman wasn't the type of guy to care about that. He'd just left the stands untied and went ...bout his day and got shot.Glancing over them, I can tell who was changed first by how little is left. The first girl's all but gone. I inspect the remains. There's nothing new there. It's worthless.Her original mind is gone. That's not true. It's all there. It's all intact because of his sloppiness. She's just gone insane. What she's become has. I.s.te.r. This is freaking major guys. I opened her housecoat and of course all she had on where her panties. While I was grabbing her tits from behind, she puts her hand behind her and grabs my dick, which is slowly rising to the occasion. Slowly turns her head and offers her slightly opened mouth. This erotic kiss remains planted in my memory. Picture this will ya? A late teen guy, holding his late 40’s aunt’s tits in his hands while kissing and she’s playing with his dick. Not much can be as. “He thought I might be emotionally drained after today.”“Are you?”“Not really,” she replied. “But now I am wondering how many other sickos there are out there like James.”“There might be a lot of them,” I said. “But none of the other sickos work in the DNA database offices... or at least they haven’t been able to modify their own files,” I added with a chuckle. “That means that they will get caught after the first time.”She started to say something, but I held up my finger and said, “And in. Nobody uses their real name in this place. Because this place is not real. If you stick around long enough, you will find out. Shit, be careful though.”Unexpectedly, a third member joins our party.What is this, the social table?It is the guy who pulled into the parking lot beside me. The scurrier. He plops down into a chair. I look at him. He is wearing two things. A towel around his waist, and a collar around his neck. Great. The third guy at this table with a collar on. Because Stevie, or.