She opened the bottle of water she had in her bag and took a mouthful letting a little drip down her front just as ­a­ jogger was near her.He stoppe... and looked at her with a smile and said "Do you mind if I sit beside you?" ­ "Of course", not she replied patting the space beside her. The guy sat beside her, he was in ­ shorts, trainers and a white t-shirt that stuck to his firm chest due to the heat from his body. ­"You don't have a spare bottle of water by any chance do you?",he asked.. Tom looked at her for a short while and then moved towards her.And what is to stop you changing your mind when I remove the barrel? He asked, you're saying you agree now but I bet at the first chance you would change your mind and then where would I be? How are you going to prove to me that you really mean what you say and therefore convince me not to continue your treatment? Tom demanded.How can I prove to you that I mean what I say, unless you are prepared to trust me or put me to the test.. He always smiled back. It was always just meant to be harmless fun."I guess I got a little more bold as time went passed. I stopped wearing panties and started wearing low-cut tops. I really wanted to figure out a way for him to see my shaven pussy and maybe catch a glimpse of my ass. I can tell you, whenever I'd see Big Dog mopping or doing other work, he always stopped what he was doing when I was around."I remember one day walking by the boiler room, I guess they still call it that, and saw. He walked around her static figure, admiring the way she looked.“I always liked you in jeans, Dee.” he said, “Your ass fills them just right.”He walked back around to the front, smiling constantly.“I wish I could talk to you. There’s so much I need to tell you. I’ve missed the sound of your voice so much.”He stood admiring this copy of his dead wife. Suddenly he had an idea.“Computer. Can you make her speak, so that I can have a conversation with her?”“Yes. A copy of Demi Huskley’s vocal.