We introduced ourselves. Her name was Betty, and his was Jean-Louis. We chatted for a few minutes about not much in particular, although I sensed th... lady had taken a shine to me, and the man was also very friendly. From their accents in French, I guessed they were not local. “How long have you been coming to the gym?” I asked.“About two years,” she said, “just to stay in shape and keep the weight down, and to help us be fit for tennis.”“It seems to be working,” I said, as they were both. Juan and another guy, Kendall, who had entered our circlefrom downstairs, were going stag. Kendall came along after the game andnow was seen around more often than not. If anyone's family in the grouphad money, it would be Kendall's. He drove a sweet ride and dressedexpensively and stylish. At first he didn't want any part of us knowingCorey and I were gay. Slowly he saw we were not that different andprivately apologized to me this week for not accepting me and Corey atfirst."Corey, you and. I’m so overwhelmed by your touch. I’m flustered, allowing you to take control. Your hands run slowly up my thighs, over my hips and around to my ass. You pull me forward on the work surface, gripping my flesh tightly. Pure passion takes over us both, our bodies lock together instinctively. You lift me from the work surface, my legs wrapping around your back, my boobs are pressed together at eye level for you. You sit me down on the kitchen table, pulling down your trousers and letting your. That's unusual. Usually we are out of our cells and working by now.Then, things get very busy indeed. Carrie, Sue and I are collected by Jo. There is no time for niceties.We're taken out of our cells. As I go through the door of mine, I hear a short beep and I realise that there is a sensor on the door frame registering the RFID chip in my arm. I can't get used to the fact that somewhere a computer can record each time I go from one room to another, noting down every time the chip in my arm.