He could've sworn his legs and face felt a bit smoothertoo. Overall he felt a bit softer, like there was a layer ofcushioning on his whole body that w...sn't there before, even though hewas as toned as ever. His implant screen was blinking red, anddisplayed some nonsense about an access breach and erroneous data. Hiscomputer displayed a bit more information and said that some dangerousfiles had been detected and possibly implanted during the night'sprocedure. Looking a bit at the documentation,. " she didn't finish the sentence, but led me into the dark where I heard Mark snoring lightly. She turned and squeezed my hand, then kissed me on the lips. I returned her squeeze, questioning if she was serious. We held each other tensely and she nodded her head. I nodded against her cheek."Good night!" she whispered.I slipped under the covers next to Mark and listened as the bed creaked as Phyllis slipped into bed beside my husband in the dark across the hall... Couples couple in the cabinI. Myron smiled at it in the mirror. It was big, well bigger than most, and he was proud of it. Jokingly he laid his towel across it and let it hang. With a satisfied grin he picked up the towel and slung it around his neck. He glanced at the mirror as he headed to the locker but he kept his eyes on the boy. Yeah, he was watching a stoic look on his face. He stepped over the bench looked at the boy knowing his eyes were on his crotch. 'Like that do ya, he asked. The boys eyes went to his, Myron. Cathy and Cheryl were their names, and I’d say they were both about40. Cathy was plumper and smiley, a real blonde I guessed. Cheryl had bigger hair and was blonder, though that was because she was a bleached blonde I thought. It was really easy to strike up conversation and very relaxed, Australian-style. Cheryl told me that she lived by the beach and described how she loved to lounge on the sand, which was just up my street because there is nothing I am fonder of. (Almost). A number of other.