" Habla Espanol?" Uh..." Parlay-view Fran-case? German? Latin? Swahili?"My brain was slowly spinning down, and I tried to remind myself that I was in ...ove with what's-her-name. I mean, Tami."Uh, I'm Tony." He speaks. That's a start."I knew I was being insulted, but I didn't care. Her voice tasted like honey with just a little tang. God, southern accents were so sexy."You wanted to talk to me?" I'm Robbie. I go to your school." No you don't," I said automatically. If she'd been there I'd. The promiscuous 19-year old bounced up and down in the back of the mustang with a pair of hands gripping her hips.Her face was twisted in pleasure, her manicured fingers pressed against the roof, trying and failing to keep her head from bumping into it every time her partner thrust beneath her with a THUMP THUMP THUMP!Their windows were rolled up, containing a voluminous amount of smoke Amy could only assume was marijuana.She sneered with judgement.While the pair went inside, Anita's honey. The lights were on a motion sensor and they turned on right when we walked in. This place beat my weight set in the garage where I worked out. Very hi-tech. I hit the weights and she starts on the stair master. Now I know how she keeps her tight ass in shape. While working out I look around and notice that there is no camera and my fantasy of fucking her on a weight bench kicks in. But right when I was gonna make my move someone walks in and starts walking on treadmill. A good hour goes by and. They say that a patient’s mindset means quite a lot when it comes to pain tolerance and how we deal with it. This time I wasn’t being tortured. This time I wasn’t waiting to die. This time I didn’t fear betraying Alex. I was doing this for him, and for myself at the same time. That allowed me to keep the pain at bay.I remember the first time I opened my eyes in almost a decade. As I had become more used to my HI-AI interface, I had spent all my time in the virtual environment. After all, when I.