“Yeah, good idea,” mumbled Emily in reply. With nervous fingers, she typed a simple query into the input field.DISPLAY: “Yes.”Emily: “Who do...you think I am?”DISPLAY: “Citizen ID Tag 148 with free will assignment to Section One.”Mark whispered, “Great work, Emily. You’re finding a gold mine of knowledge for us.”“It thinks I’m a citizen? A citizen of what?” Emily muttered. She typed: “How many citizens are there?”DISPLAY: “Question ill formed. Kindly rephrase.”Emily typed: “How many citizens are. The result was already that Gail hadwonderfully pointed nipples that were so very sensitive to casualabuse. Soon they would be over three inches in diameter when thepiercings were removed. Perfect for the next round of pain andtraining!So Gail became an automated slave. Every motion and breath, every smallthing that she did would be recorded. Already the first cameras hadappeared in the kitchen and hallway. They followed her when the collarwas detected and in their areas of view there was no. Finally, after not finding anything interesting on TV, I went to bed and tried to keep from masturbating myself as I closed my eyes and tried to envision being Shaun and what he and Michelle were doing at that time. It made a very pretty and sexy picture in my mind! Would they be slow and tease each other or so horny that they’d tear clothes off? I never did go to sleep that night, not knowing when or if Michelle was coming home. I remember specifically, it was 3:17 in the morning when the door. She eventually got to go swimming, which she loved. When she came out of the water, Uncle Joe had left. The water was a little cold, so her nipples were standing out. They were so sensitive to the air, temperature, everything. Her daddy was so caring, he had a towel ready and helped Jessie to dry off. If he had not been her dad, Jessie would have thought he was trying to feel her up.Jessie thought about all these things as she lay on her bed. It was a hot night and their house was not air.