...........................I woke up but kept my eyes closed for a moment to think. I was aliveagain, which meant I'd have to relearn so much. Like ...alking to thefridge to get a drink instead of wishing it into my hand, things likethat.Only one time too. Uploads always have the time to think thingsthrough, to address any task thoroughly. I'd been an Upload five yearsbut I'd "experienced" around 100 years. I don't remember much of itthough, as an Upload you edit out the memories of tedious. Every man in this room shares Mr. Gaetz's thoughts.His breathing is coming more intense. Now he is actually panting.He has a nervous laugh with himself. Then he spits on the girl laying on the stage.A couple of other men are following his example.The girl is screaming from the bottom of her lungs. The host has moved to rape her asshole, and the girl is feeling like she's going to rip in two. The host's cock must be thicker than any of her shits. The speed of his thrusts is going up. Clearly, he. Cocaine would become my co-pilot inevery sexual escapade I would have - and I had hundreds (thousands?).]I was looking good last night - a dark brown turtleneck dress, blackthigh highs and 5" black heels with ankle straps. My hair was down, eyesdark, lips a fat and deep ruby red and matching leopard print bra and g-string. Sexy.We did a few lines and had a beer. I had a cigarette [Note, yes by thenI was smoking. I had started a month or so earlier because I thought itlooked sexy. I was. She came to study business at Algonquin College, and was staying with her uncle and aunt in the west end. I smiled when she said that. My mother’s older brother, Mathieu Joseph, lives in Ottawa with his wife Astrid and their daughters Valerie and Jasmine. I stayed with them for a while before I realized I needed my independence and got myself an apartment in Vanier. When I shared that with her, Amanda Troy smiled and punched my arm, telling me I was lucky to have my own place. I laughed.