There were only a few questions like age and sex; he supposed they needed the information to personalize the programme."Thank you," she said, "now I g...ing to tell you some important information. Firstly anything that happens here in this place doesn't affect your body on the out side. You can kill, be killed, ejaculate and your real body stays unaffected."That was good to know, thought Bill."You see that red square in the top left corner," she pointed, "well that's you safety valve, touch that. . Moreover: She would love to visit me!Next day she told me about her dream last night. It started almost exactly as in our mutual messages with a bicycle ride through the park down to the market in old town. Next her dream got kinkier then our talks had been so far ...When we got to the market and off our bicycles, I noticed her saddle was very wet. I tried it with a finger. It tasted so good that I lapped the rest with my tongue. I took my friend for a quick walk up and down the market. As if. It made sense to me. Every time we'd gone out, whether exploring or cutting wood or hunting, we've always spooked small game. Sometimes it been a hare, but mostly it had been some kind of game bird. Since we weren't heading up on the escarpment, I'd decided that the 12-gauge loaded with buckshot would do the trick. After all, I'd wanted duck for a while now and in the last week or so, several flocks had flown over our settlement heading for warmer climes. A few had rested up on our lake,. The idea races through her head, squirming she rests back against the sofa, pulling the existing spoon from the bucket she eats a scoop, before finally deciding, her breathing returns to being short and sharp as she takes another scoop of the ice cream, and holds it over her nipple. Biting her lip she shakily tips the spoon, pouring the ice cream onto her nipple. It sent jolts through her, the cold liquid causing her nipple to stiffen more, she gasps and smiles to herself, dropping the bucket.