It was one of the worst decisions of my life, man. I miss home so much it’s not even funny. I left a world behind in the City of Boston. But I basic...lly had no choice. I was in trouble, let’s leave it at that. If I hadn’t left Boston, I’d be dead. I came to the City of Ottawa, at the urging of my parents, Louis and Gina Jean-Pierre. You see, my folks lived in the Confederation of Canada in the early 1980s before moving to America. They earned their University degrees at the University of Ottawa. We knew exactly what to do and how the other one enjoys it. The butterflies in my stomach grew from week to week and also Andy admitted that he was thinking about me every day. Our costume parties were the highlights on each weekend. One time I was a police officer, arresting Andy and fucking him to get information. Another time I was a nurse and he was a doctor, examining each other’s bodies. On the last weekend Andy was an intruder, hogtying me. But most important, we planned our holidays. It. ” “You are welcome. Go on now, shower, and get ready to go. I have arranged for a car to pick us up, so you have one hour to be ready. Here, take your egg, it can stay out during your shower, but it goes back in that tight wet cunt straight afterwards.” “Yes Sir, I will get ready now. Thank you for the beautiful clothes.” In the bathroom I placed the egg on the counter. After my shower, I dried off and left the bathroom but not before I placed the egg back inside my pussy. Oh, my, Joe. Once killed, they could trap your consciousness inside a cage, the system unable to send you back to the graveyard and with your mind vanishing from the Systems detection all functionality went out the window. The stress gauge that logs you out should your heart rate reach critical, the health gauge which informed you when you needed the restroom or were hungry or thirsty. To the system you were logged out, to the real world you were logged in. People would eventually starve and die, unable to.