."Brindle waved his hand at the two large desktop computers beside thestations. Fibre optic cables connected them to the two cylinders on theseats.".....and it substitutes virtual reality for the real one. It calculateseverything you should be seeing and feeling in the virtual world, andfeeds that into your nervous system so you think it is real. When youtry to move or do anything, the system can read that from scanning yournerves, and it moves your virtual body around instead."Tim thought for a. When she turned, she brushed against Nathan every so slightly, but he still felt a flush at her proximity. She stood on her tiptoes, reaching for a bottle just out of reach."Darn it, I've got one of those library ladder thingies ordered, but it hasn't arrived yet," she grumbled."I got it, Mom," Nathan said and moved directly behind her. He reached over her and easily pulled the bottle she'd been trying to reach from the rack. She took it from him, but instead of moving away, Nathan placed his. Her smile grew as she felt the warmth of a large man’s hand reach down and cup and squeeze the breast closest to cock she was stroking. Immediately she was aware that the front of her breasts was tightening and she could see in her mind the way her nipples looked when they got hard. They were big nipples. They were fat and stuck out irregularly for about an inch from the rest of her breast when she was completely and truly aroused. She was aroused now and she wondered what the young man. It really was a trip and a half! Best Wishes, Jim. I closed the yearbook and handed it back with an I-aim-to-please smile. Ann Saroyan – she looked sort of strange dressed in “civilian” clothes, I was accustomed to seeing her in her cheerleader’s uniform – beamed happily. Her hazel eyes gleamed with end-of-high-school joy. “Thanks, Jim,” she said. She smiled at me and handed me my yearbook. She had quickly scribbled: Good luck in the future. Love, Ann Saroyan, Class of ’83. “Thank you,” I said.