.. Becky knew. She knew I liked Cindy... but Jamie didn't. Had he not heard the rumors? I had no idea what the fuck was going on. "Uhm... yeah," I ...reathed. "I'm just... I gotta make a phone call for class. I think I left my assignment sheet in my locker." I didn't think Becky would buy that, but it didn't really matter. She was a wretched bitch, and if even the slightest doubt that I had figured her out existed, she'd milk it to bother me as much as possible. I went to my room, not. Woody Allen, and remember him leaving his wife for her daughter that he helped raise." Thanks for the introduction, Donny," Woody Allen sheepishly replied. "Although I understand if you two have some reservations about this place. After all, I would be hesitant to join any club that would have..." That would have you as a member, yes, yes, we get it, you say that every time!" a young man with long brown hair sitting next to him snapped. " Geez, I didn't agree to pretend to be gay with my. In some ways Blast can create in the user some of theexperience of being Uploaded. Reality becomes a matter of choice, as inif you don some VR contacts and a pair of earbuds you act out thescenario as if it were real. People use it for sex, as in a woman loadsporn and acts like it's real, comes over and over. A guy really thinkshe's got a ten-inch dick and can screw non-stop for an hour.Or extreme sports, cliff diving and the like. You retain the memory ofit too, the whole point of a memory. I saw in her diary where she had quit taking the pill and by who she got pregnant by was going to be a crapshoot. Well, it might not be Tom, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be me. Stopping by my employers house, I picked up my final check, a little added for severance pay and I left town. She could do whatever the hell she wanted, she would simply do it without me being anywhere around. I left her diary wide open on the middle of the bed with my wedding ring holding it open to the page.