"He took her hand, while acting extremely apprehensive about it. This time, he pretended surprise that his hand didn't burn off. "Hmmm. Maybe I'll be ...kay after all. I've sort of built up a tolerance after being so close to your hotness every day in school."They started to walk away. She was going to modestly tell him to lay off the hotness jokes. But before she could, he stopped and stared off into space with a strange expression. "What?" she asked.He stammered, "I feel a ... feel a ... sneeze. Just- wow.Yeah. ... you know the only reason people get customized ones, Sauce?What?Screwing and substitution.Zack-No, hear me out- why else would you pay the extra money? Either you want the perfect fuck, or you want an easy to manage replacement for a corpse.I don't think-Trust me on this, Sauce. When my brother was active, he went to a synthetic brothels. He said they had everything- all the stars, with barely the 5% dif. There were a few used ones the place had gotten cheap, too.So-?So. I cringed at the candidness of his response and felt I wanted to crawl somewhere and hide. I’m sure everyone in the store must have heard.“No problem,” she replied, “the BDSM lifestyle has become so popular these days that we converted most of the upstairs to that interest. She glanced at a bank of monitors then her work mate who just nodded. “This is a quiet time and there’s no one up there at the moment so I can show you around if you would like?” Pete looked at me, I felt marginally better. They used to throw a Cadet Ball every four months. The girls who attended, were the Horse and Hounds type, coming from well off families. Her name was Dawn; she actually asked me for a dance. That’s what started it. She was quite beautiful in a hard sort of way, tons of makeup, false eyelashes, the works. She had a great figure with these amazing breasts, which I found out later Daddy paid for. He also paid for the E type Jaguar she drove.On the first date she turned up with a Volvo estate,.