One day about a month later Mommy sat us both down and asked us why she had to pick up a washcloth off my floor ever day. Without thinking Janice said...because we do what you do. Mommy looked at her and started to say something then she froze as she remembered that she picks up a washcloth every morning too. Then she asked us if we were having sex. Again Janice said that we just do whatever we see her do. What!Then of course Janice told Mommy all about the vent in her closet, us lying there. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another route."I've said it once, and I'll say it again. This place is fuckin' dope."Not to mention, other people can also add their own branch to one of our stories, or. "That was fun", said Amy."Yeah, it was", said Marcus."Can I ask you a question?" What?" Why did we split up?"The conversation soon changed hands. "Why?" He asked. "We were going in different directions. It was your idea, remember?" It was? Now I'm starting to regret it. We did have something special, didn't we?" That's history, girl. Ancient history." Doesn't have to be. There's nothing wrong in starting over, is there?" What do you mean?"Amy placed her empty can of diet soda on the coffee. They were in a spacious kitchen. Paul opened one of the two other doors in the room, and almost walked into a small storeroom. They exchanged nervous grins and headed for the other door... which was opening!Paul dived into the storeroom, pulling Michael behind him. Paul watched through the nearly-closed door as Simonds entered the room. Simonds hadn't noticed the storeroom door closing as he entered the kitchen. He placed a suitcase on the table and began checking its contents.Michael found.