Later, with the help of the last of her original designers, she gained more control over herself when her power switch was repurposed to disable her T...uch-Me interface. Even then, it requires another person, or robot, to actually operate that switch for her. Yet she likes it exactly like this.What Synthia meant by her statement is that it is now her choice on whether or not to allow herself to respond this way now. Her choice on whether she'll remain turned on, or allow herself to be shut down. ”Candy nodded, “and sell them on the other coast.”They looked at each other and Megan nodded and looked at me, “we could go with you and pull extra sleds.”That was how it started and before I knew it the two had everything organized. There were six, fifteen meter sleds that were five meters wide. Only one had anything in it when we started. We wore a ten millimeter pistol and carried a five millimeter rifle called a Prince. They were both sub sonic and used explosive rounds.The girls also. She smoothed the skirt down. It just about covered her stocking tops. She went into the hall and admired herself in the long mirror there.When she returned to the lounge, Tom was again sitting on the sofa trying to appear nonchalant. 'Well, I've not worn anything this short since I was at school,' Dawn commented. 'In fact, I used to wear a skirt just like this at school.' A sudden thought entered her head. 'Tom, this isn't part of a St Trinian's outfit, is it?'Tom blushed again. Dawn understood. But she DID want it, at the same time. His hands moved on her. Oh, yes...Xizor pressed his lips against Leia's bare shoulder, and felt her shudder with pleasure. He had her now. She was his - if not in mind and spirit, then certainly her body belonged to him. He was a little disappointed in how easy it had been. Ah, well.He reached for the closure of her dress, and in some deep part of her mind, Leia might have wished that this was as far as destiny would allow him to go, but alas, it did not..