“What exactly is that?”Sheila spoke up, “Sentience the capacity to feel, perceive or experience subjectively. The ability to experience sensatio...s. It is also a metaphysical quality of all things that require respect and care. A multidimensional subjective phenomenon that refers to the depth of awareness an individual possesses about himself or herself and others. The simplest explanation is that I am self-aware therefore I am alive.”Betty was gasping at all that been said; a machine that was. However, I knew that I had never met her in person.She talked about many things... her new job, her sister coming south to meet her in a few weeks. Mary was particularly animated, and, as it turned out, pretty interesting as well. I found myself drawn into her conversation... All too soon, she got up to leave. "Well, Jim. It was nice talking to you. You know, I just know that somehow, you are listening to me. The nurses seem to think that you can hear me, and even if you can't, it helps a. " This chick is serious! Ok, I'm gonna play this out... I walked her to her car and gave her a kiss goodnight. That kiss was so electric I thought I was going to blow a hole in my khakis. She was the best kisser I ever experienced. Her lips and tongue seemed to be in-sync with mine. It was something I never felt before. I needed her. I wanted her. I wanted every inch of her body right then and there. "Do you want to come to my room?" "No. Hop in, lets go to my place instead." As she drove to. “My name’s Carlton. Yours?” he said.“Jenna,” she said.“Well, Jenna, what say we get right to it if that’s all right with you,” he said.“Okay,” she said. Good she thought, this might be over quicker than she’d even dared hope.As she slowly disrobed, he watched for some two or three minutes, staring at her swaying tits and hips. Finally, naked, she stood looking at him. That she was self-conscious in front of this fat slob was pretty obvious. But, she didn’t back away or try to hide any of her.