We ate supper and then watched television until it was time togo to bed.As we lay side by side, I asked, "Can I make love to you dear? It'sbeen such a...long time."She said, "Dear, you know that after Leon, I wouldn't feel you inthere. How about I tug on your nipples and you masturbate. Ruby told methat you liked that."I knew she was telling me the truth, but any orgasm was better thannone.I meekly said, "Yes dear, that would be nice."She smiled at me and then grabbed my nipples and I began to. I will bail and leave you here alone to meander without quotations."Hey, I can still use the singular ones... Still though, fair enough."More than enough."... Anyway, here's the gist of things, folks:"If you're not familiar, Master PC is a reality-altering computer program that can, well, alter reality."It's mostly used for mind control and body modification purposes in other stories that use the concept, but anyone can use it how they see fit if one were to decide to write their own!"There are. The rear of the house consisted of two bedrooms with a common bathroom. One of the bedrooms was a mess, with dirty clothes scattered everywhere and a few empty food containers on the dresser. The hotel manager in me quailed at the mess.The bathroom was worse. I steered around his discarded underwear and peered into the bathtub. It was rusty and had coats of soap scum. At least I hoped it was soap. Yuck! Somehow I'd thought an environmentalist might be a bit cleaner.The last bedroom had been. Usually her boobs were not noticeable, but today they seemed obvious despite the ill-fitting clothing -- perhaps I was just looking harder. She was wearing those golden stockings again, fully closed slippers on feet. I was hard as nails in my boxers, trembling with excitement.I leant over her to look through her dark glasses to see if she was asleep still -- it seemed so, although a little dampness ran from her eye, moistening her cheek, her lips mean and thin, un-made up. I don't know what.