She moved rhythmically on top of me, making love to me more gently and more passionately than anyone had ever made love to me before. We locked our li...s, punctuating our kiss with gasps for air. The heat between us built up and we were soon sweating. Normally, coming into contact with someone else’s sweat would disgust me, but with Erin, it didn’t bother me at all. She broke the kiss and buried her face into my neck. Her moans escalated but she carried on kissing my neck. After a while, when it. "Renee," he growled.No response."Speak, you little bitch." He slapped her across the face.Her eyes, artificially blind though they were, focused slightly."S-sir?" she rasped."I just finished speaking with PLN's support." Claude had never liked dealing with technicians- no matter what their specialty, they always spoke as if the person that hired them knew what they were saying. The tiny man had talked of damaged artificial synapses, ambient values, intelligent uncertainties in the red- concepts. …......….......“Hey dude” he said, snapping me out of my thoughts that once again had made me practically blend in with the scenery.I lifted my head and looked at him who was on the other side of the car.He had changed out of his work clothes and put on hims night-clubbing attire, a smart black button-up shirt and his nice baggy black jeans that had a chain hanging down his left leg and looped back up to his belt which was a black leathered belt with a shiny chrome buckle which had “modern”. Post marriage, she applied for location transfer and luckily got in Pune. I now work as a project manager and Nisha as a domain consultant. We are now settled in Pune, purchased a 3 BHK apartment, of course, EMI. We are living a great life.My wife Nisha (full name Nisha Nair) is original from Kerala. Her father Kunju Nair, mother Priya Nair and elder sister Puja Nair who is 3 years older. My in-laws got married at an early age (coming from a village background) when she was 19 and my.