It has a single user access, so only you can operate this." The man said (I know he was an android but it's still simpler thinking of them as men and ...omen).I thanked him and then he showed me how to connect the computer to the portal to access the remote controlling computer, at first I was presented with a plethora of 'illegal entry' messages and so I tried to be sneaky. I tried to convince the remote computer that I was a file-checker program and requested a low-level access, which it. .. I thought.I called up, Joan, Maria, Sharon, and Mary to sing all together, in harmony, “The Winner Takes It All,” an ABBA song... I don’t wanna talkAbout the thingswe have gone throughThough it’s hurting meNow it’s historyI have played all my cardsAnd that’s what youhave done tooNothing more to sayNo more ace to playThe winner takes it allThe loser standing smallBeside the victoryThat’s her destinyI was in your armsThinking I belonged thereI figured it made senseBuilding me a fenceBuilding. I had forgotten about him. I didn't think he took part in the orgy. I didn't even know if he had watched. We showered, and dried, and re-assembled in a lounge room. Over some beer or wine, we chatted about what had just happened. We laughed, we summarised, we questioned each other, we theorised on other possible entertainment.The most obvious outcome was that I did not believe that any one of us was technically gay. It appeared that we all merely wanted to enjoy uninhibited, unapologetic sexual. My eyes slipped again from hers and watched her cleavage jiggle for a moment, before I shook my own head as if to rid it of those thoughts and made my way to the kitchen. I turned back to the curly redhead and reminded her “This stays between us, right?” She nodded again and I went to get her a beer, thinking of those plump, firm tits jiggling underneath her jacket.I came back in the room and took a seat next to her on the sofa, handing her the opened beer and a damp cloth for the make-up.