“I’m so glad you came to spend the night with me,” she told me.“I have a hard time falling asleep if my dad’s not here when I go to bed.”�...�No problem,” I told her.“I’m having a great time!”We clinked our shot glasses together, licked the salt off the rims, downed our shots, and followed up with limes. The strong liquor burned as it flowed down my throat, and I felt like I was slowly beginning to feel the effects of drinking two shots within the span of ten minutes.“Wanna fix something to eat?”I. “I’d like to think so. By the way, I’m Mark,” he held out his hand and I shook it, and I never wanted to let go. I was feeling rather lucky to get to chat with the object of my last few hours affections, but I was also not blind to the other women who kept planting themselves in Mark’s way, I was reassured in my good taste. We had begun to talk about our backgrounds, school, our recent moves (his to Nashville of course) and before I knew it close to an hour had passed. One of my girlfriends had. One half of her appeared organic, mostly her right side – one side of her face and torso including her breast. One arm. A goodly portion of her stomach and one hip. A portion of her genitalia, although it was impossible to say how much. More than fifty percent, I surmised, although how much more I could not say for sure. And one thigh, ending just above the knee. All else was fashioned of polished metal the color of silver which I studied with mute fascination. Someone had taken great pains. "We girls belong toa club called hookers for Hookers -- That is right, we're whores. And weget real pissed off at kinky johns who like to beat women. That's right,Honey, Leola told us all about how you force her to have sex and didweird stuff to her. And she told us all about this queer mess you've gotyourself in. Imagine, a man like you, looking like this!"Still holding my chin, she ran her free hand down over my silken-coveredbreasts, then up under my nightie and between my legs. I flinched.