Mom saidshe’d be home later, and that we could do anything wewanted now, including fucking our boyfriends in thehouse. Ann and I went into the l...cker room and got thecar keys. We got our clothes, and after gettingdressed, realized that all we were wearing were halterdresses and shoes, nothing else. Too, we tried to wash up a little, neither of usrealizing that there were showers behind the last rowof lockers. We started to leave, and stopped to ask aman how to get back to Las Vegas.. You’re human again? How?”“To use the old words, this is a brand-new Generation 3 synth body. Grown specifically for me. Instead of programming it, though, they transferred me into it. Not as resistant to being beat up or shot like the old one, but...” He rubbed his cheek. “Being able to actually feel, to touch, to experience things again. That’s an easy trade. Hell, DiMA, you could do the same thing if you wanted, there’s no reason to tie yourself out here in the middle of nowhere any. Maybe, when we said goodbye, I'd even hug himinstead of shaking his hand. But I'd draw the line at kissing. Over ournext round of drinks, I told Curt--that is, Kirsten--as much, and, ofcourse, he--or she--cried a flood. It was embarrassing as hell, but Ihoped anyone who saw the spectacle would attribute his tears to aliquor-inspired crying jag. I guess, if I were she, I might have a lotof crying to do, too. No doubt, she'd needed a good cry for five yearsnow, maybe longer."Quit," I pleaded.. Let's talk about you. I don't even know if you're a virgin. Maybe I ought to know that now. Have you been with a girl, baby?"She got him to talk. He was reluctant at first, still recovering from the shock of what had happened. He was still a virgin. None of the girls he went out with would let the boys fuck them. Some of the other girls did, but not the girls he knew. He petted with some of them. They let him feel their tits and pussies. A few of them knew enough to jerk him off when he needed.