And it's now zero hour. Pretty shitty 18th Birthday, right?"Don't. Don't make this final. Please. I'm going to make it through this. I will be fine. B...sides... ha, I got the birthday present I wanted." She tells me."Which one? You had so many ideas I could write a book." I respond, trying to be light-hearted."D.R.S, dummy. " she tells me, grinning. "In seven minutes, I'm going to be immortal."D.R.S. Is the new fad. The Data Retention Service is a way to keep your 'self' saved in a computer, in. "I suppose," he muttered although he didn't feel like going out.Terry had asked her out dozens of time over the last few years but she always shook her head making her long golden hair sway beautifully especial if the light was behind her. It wasn't that he was ugly or anything; in facted he had seen some of the looks the other girls were giving him."I'll come round for you at eight then," suggested Barry breaking into his friend's thoughts and the two friends parted.There was a good band. His brain was currently focused on doing absolutely one thing: get more credits. “Ok, now rub your nipples” commanded PBear. William thought that was a weird thing to do, but he did do it anyway. He realized that rubbing his nipples made him feel giggly, with a feeling that was close to being tickled, but different altogether. “That’s right. Good boy. Now get off the chair and let me see you all over.” Again, William did as he was told. He didn’t think too much about what PBear was saying and. Looking to you to see if I really must keep going, you just nod.Finally, completely unclothed, I am intensely aware of my vulnerability. You let me stand there a minute or two to soak in that feeling, watching me tremble with emotion.As you walk to the door, I expect you were giving me a reminder of your control but will now close the door and have your way with me, but it's not the case. Instead, you lean out and call to someone who'd been waiting for your signal. As he approaches you, he.