If I had been a real girl like Cindy maybe someone would have sent me flowers too. It would have been a much different life than the one I have right ...ow.Recently, I've been thinking hard about making a symbolic gesture to acknowledge my chromosomal make-up. I decided that I would get my ear pierced. It's a small thing but I needed to do something. Otherwise I think I'll just bust. I got a small diamond stud. Cindy was the only one to notice. She liked it.I was home for the weekend and spent a. The rest was up to her.Without human fears or concerns to hold her back, she only paused long enough to analyze the situation and verify that this was indeed the correct address. Anna would either be inside, or she wouldn't. If she wasn't, information about her might be found here. That was as far as Darlene extended her decision tree extrapolations for now.Picking the container of her meager belongings, she started up the path, her heels clicking on the durable polycrete surface.Next to the. She looked up in my eyes and smiled a silent permission. My felt my helmet pushing deeper in her throat, Danielle choked some, but also made moans of pleasure. I felt a sudden rush of energy, like new year’s eve revelers popping the cork at the stroke of midnight. I started grunting with each push like a cheetah huffing after fresh kill. I don’t know what this was or how long it’s going to last but I want it! Danielle sensed that I was close and she took me out of her mouth. ‘You don’t’. The girl could be a porn star. If she got that nose fixed. We got a booth, we played footsies. I bought her dinner, she rewarded my generosity with a conjugal visit to my frugal digs—an efficiency in a high-rise close to the office. It didn’t take me long to discover Chastity wasn’t chaste. Most of our buzz had faded from our drinks before dinner, so I broke out my bottle of Jameson, the Catholic Irish whiskey, hoping it would facilitate a religious experience. Half a bottle later, Chastity.