Jake traced along the nerve until he came to a ring.That’s so strange, Jan said, seeing something so obviously artificial in this poor girl’s bra...n.Go ahead and destroy it. I imagine I’m breaking it open with a finger but you can use pretty much any metaphor of breaking or cutting or destroying.Jake watched the ring disappear.Now think another ring replacing the one you just destroyed.A new ring appeared.Good. Look at the activity on the nerve.Jake energized the index again, sending a stream. We talked more, people walking by, I’m sure wondering why this local lady was talking to this biker trash. She wanted to tell her story how she worked all her life to support her family and how her deadbeat husband treated her like crap. Finally I interrupted and asked how about that ride? Her answer was “In these clothes?” Hell any clothes I said, all you have to do is hold on. She agreed and said she wanted to park out of town so no one would see her. I followed her to a spot and she jumped. "The amazement I felt over her having read my thoughts soon gave way to the base need within me and I stretched out a trembling hand. It hovered just over her knee for a moment, already absorbing the warmth of her skin, then it descended as a hang glider, slowly, gently, touching down on that coveted flesh and stroking her knee softly.Moving a tiny bit closer, Clarissa sighed her contentment. Her face shone with pleasure as she accepted my touch. She shifted her body down, the movement bringing. Debbie grabbed hold of Angela’s breasts and squeezed them playfully, before toying with Angela’s hard nipples. Somehow, Angela got the feeling that she was a product that had just been purchased.Finally Debbie got off the bed and took a few items of clothes out of a bag which was placed on a dressing table that Angela had not noticed earlier. Angela leaned up in bed, still exhausted after her brief struggle. As soon as she saw the items of clothing on the she stared incredulously at Debbie..