That way provided no challenge, no meat for the sharpened points of his teeth. Only in mocking the Machine, introducing isolated agents of contagion i...to a stainless steel underbelly via thoughtless worker drones that he felt anything close to satisfaction, knew some shred of peace. His followers understood no less with their own vendetta against the status quo, outmoded & forgotten clusters of data too self aware for their own good, expelled from the Game which mandated mediocrity at ever. Her dark her causing such a contrast with her stunning dress, he realised, he could see no underwear lines, was that all she was wearing? That magnificent dress? It was good enough to make half the designers in Milan jealous of the craftsmanship. She sauntered over to him, swinging her hips, as she knew that this would drive him wild, placing one stiletto clad foot in front of the next. By the time she got to the bar, he had a glass of champagne waiting for her, a chilled glass of Don Perigon. THe boss was finally beginning to relax and breathe a little easier. Gloria went to her room and dropped her purse and came back to the kitchen. Lisa again noticed the low-cut sweater Gloria had worn to work that day and also noticed the tip of Glorias black bra peeking out over the sweater.Gloria stood behind Lisa and asked if she could rub Lisas shoulders to help her relax, Lisa said "Sure thanks". As Gloria started to rub Lisas shoulders her breast pressed up against Lisas back. mmmm Lisa. Just to be sure."Fuck! Fucking cunt. Not the hair though, sure is handy to have. Ain't right boss ?" The fat turd had just lost a friend. But not a speck of emotion remotely close to compassion, as he admired the now blind creature. No, the frown looked real. Was he too hasty in judging others? "Boss, look..." He glanced at the monster, where the fat finger were pointing. For several seconds he saw nothing"What... oh. Fuck me." And he meant it.The humanoid shaped monster had a perfectness to.