“Come up to the penthouse in an hour and you’ll see I keep my promises,” Joanie said gratefully.She curried to the room to find Stacy giving Amb...r CPR.“I don’t think she’s breathing,” Stacy said. Joanie quickly called up the Amber template and saw that her body, was indeed, oxygen deprived and quite possibly brain dead. But Amber was maybe the one person on earth who had an option at a time like this.Joanie quickly typed, “RESTORE AUDREY TEMPLATE.”Just that suddenly, Amber was gone, probably. As my behavior since her passing showed, I guess.I thought about this and other things as we rode; I'd read the book so many times before that my attention could wander freely and come back easily to where I'd left off.When at last I looked up again, I was surprised. The train was emptier now, new faces. But that woman was still there, still sitting across from me. Still looking at me.I may have blushed a little. But that's all I did.I returned to my book, but every so often I'd keep peeking. . ." I can't wait," he grunted watching her sit back up. "Not much longer," she grinned at him. "But you'd better put that thing up before someone sees it. Some of our neighbors are pretty snoopy and we wouldn't want them to think that there was anything going on between us. They might turn us in . . ." Okay," he told her grabbing hold of his cock and trying to stuff it back inside his shorts. As hard and stiff as it was, it was quite a struggle but he was finally able to get it stuffed back. This time, I was reading ‘The Catcher in The Rye,’ from a new set of books I had gotten from the library, when they walked in together, with Betty saying, “Hi, big brother, whatcha reading?”I showed her the title, and Carly said, “We have that book, but I never read it.”“It’s very good, Carly,” I said. “It’s very well written. Did you do something different with your hair -- it’s very pretty?”“Thank you,” she said twirling her pretty brown hair, “I didn’t think you would notice.”I got off my.