Poor deluded mortals, you still don't suspect, do you? We are the ones inspiring you. Muses? Ha! We're your muses. I and my many brothers and sisters ...ver the millennia -- we're more than your humble writing instruments, much more. Styluses and quills, then pens and pencils, now typewriters, and finally our latest avatars -- word processors and computers and hi-tech printing machines. Machines? You are the ones who are the machines. Pavlov and Watson and Skinner were right on the mark. Humans. What's happening?" I asked her."Day off today ... I'm treating myself to a full day spa experience" she explained."Good for you ... you deserve a day off ... and some pampering" I added.We sat together on the way to the city, chatting the whole time before going our seperate ways.I was surprised to see her at the city bus stop that afternoon."Wow ... you look sensational" I blurted out.She looked fantastic - her hair had been cut and coloured, her makeup done, her finger nails manicured and. It would take a while before the changes in their bodies made it known. Their trip to the student clinic didn’t alert them, either. The nurse practitioner they saw asked them if they were sexually active, but did not do a pregnancy test. It wouldn’t have shown anything anyway. Neither girl had been pregnant long enough for the test to reveal that. Had they waited a couple of weeks to seek birth control, it might have been a different story. But they didn’t.Their urge to go to the clinic was. This little bitch had stopped him again! While his penis was still inside her! With strength he had never known, Mike ripped Cassie’s naked body off of his, and lifted her over into the bathroom. He slammed her down onto the linoleum on her hands and knees. Then, without any regard for her well being, he slammed with all his strength into her snatch. Cassie started to scream, but was choked off as all the air was blasted from her lungs. But he was just getting started. Over and over he slammed.