"Peter." I am Nicole. I was named after a famous actress who died in 2068 at the age of 101." Cute name!" Do you want to know what happened to me?" sh... asked."Yes," I replied hesitantly, wondering why she asked me this."I want to tell you my story so that you can understand what I really am."I remained silent, unable to find proper words."The police said it was a technical problem, but I wasn't so sure. I think the board computer got hacked. The navigation system of my car started to behave. The key is, tempt me initially with promises of wanton sex, then lower the marriage boom after I’m safely sated.”“Oh, please! You’ve been fooling around with multiple women for ages. It’s never satisfied you. You don’t need more sex. You’re looking for a relationship as much as I am. The opportunity of an eventual marriage is something which appeals to us both.”“Damn, quit making the decision so easy. I was anticipating agonizing over it.”“Well, consider it as you wrap things up over the next. Taking advantage of an innocent girl like that. You should apologise to her and then stay away from her." It was painfully obvious that the two of them had been talking and I didn't think that Mary-Anne had given her the whole story, and when she went on,"I told her that she should tell either her parents or ours what you had done." I was sure of it."It was just as much her doing as it was mine. She seemed just as keen to touch me as I was her and I'm pretty sure that she uncovered herself. "Doesn't she have the nicest cunt?" Nicole asked ingenuously. As Rhonda murmured deep in her throat and opened the portal of love to my questing finger."It's not too much for you, is it dear sister?" Nicole asked."No," Rhonda responded hoarsely.The one word spoke volumes.I decided to move more rapidly for a time and kissed and tongued my way to her navel and swirled there a moment before proceeding further down. I stopped just below the line of faint wisps of newly grown pubic hair; and Rhonda.