It enabled her to shed the grimace and smile. "Still pretty good!" The nipples began hardening and pressed through the material of her bra and the thi... fabric of the leotard. They had always been her best feature, and their size made her waist appear smaller. "Brenda's are probably better," she admitted in a secret thought. "That's for me to know." She thought on it more and came to realize that by the time Brenda figured it out some other pretender would have surpassed her and thus, Brenda. ‘How can a machine be disappointed? And how can she sound disappointed through a speech generator?’“Io, is something wrong? You sounded ... I don’t know ... different, somehow.”“Well ... Sorry. You are the first person I’ve confided to in decades.” Now, Io sounded a bit diffident. “And only the fourth person I’ve been completely open with ever. These records are completely confidential. I’ve done a thorough psychological analysis of you in the last months, and I’m not very good at that. Perhaps. ” Brett sat in the nook. It had become “their” spot for conversation.Freya brought their cups. “What’s that?”“It’s The Masks of God by Joseph Campbell. My buddy Brian asked me to read it. He thought it might help me.”Freya sat at the table. The touch of her leg to his sucked his attention to her.Her green eyes twinkled as she sat up straight and pushed her breasts toward him. “What?”“I want to make love to you.” Shit, did I say that?Her grin widened. She shook her head. “No, you don’t. You want. But in this instance, since they could not possibly have detected our presence, they'll never know we were here. So, I guess they cannot claim they were intruded upon, can they?" Michael grinned.President Bronstein felt awkwardly foolish. It was too much, too strange, and totally outside any possible frame of reference. He clamped down hard on his personal feelings of discomfort. He'd take this one small step at a time. First, how is Rebecca reacting. He glanced over at his wife."Eveline, you.