So who are they? They're women. All of them, I'm pretty sure. At least the more advanced castes (that probably isn't the right word) look, talk, act, ...nd feel like real women. (And lord help you if you feel any of them--advanced or not--without being invited to, by the way. It's kind of what got me here.)Other agents are more clearly robotic--gynoids of some extremely technologically progressed kind. These things would make our best robotics experts weep. Some of them have parts that can. Although still a teenager, Catalina was well aware of some of the methods cheats used when in exams. She had had her suspicions about both Sheila and Rose because whilst those answers were correct, they also both made the same mistake twice as the person sitting next to them during the exam. Although the answer was correct, the spelling was slightly off, and both Sheila and Rose made the same spelling error. Catalina knew the other two students were amongst the best students in the class, and. I wasn't kidding. Christine had her dark hair cut short, which framed her face nicely. She was wearing a pink halter top that was thin enough that it didn't leave much to the imagination, and denim shorts cut so low that I was sure she needed to trim her pubes to keep them from peeking out above the belt. Christine had been the prom queen, not only because she had a perfect face and luscious figure, but also because she could pull it off without being a bitch. She was one of the crazier friends. ” “No?” “No. You want me to stop, but no. I can’t. I’m attracted to you. Mentally, you’re just far and away right for me compared to these high school boys, and I found out yesterday, you are very physically right for me too. I chose you to lose my virginity.” “I have to say no to you, Tiffany. My job is at stake, reputation, jail time….” “You’re happiness too. Look, I know it’s risky, still, I may just be.