He leapt out of bed to get to the huge mirror in the bathroom and almost fell on the floor with a groan. Only in this sudden movement the true sorenes... in his ass hit him. It felt like it had been ripped apart (which, something it Andrew's subconscious mind told him, it had been... three times over). Limping and stumbling, his every step made difficult by that alien thing between his legs, he finally got to the bathroom and carefully sat on the floor in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He. I felt that I met his needs too. We had an unconditional love. We could stand naked in front of each other and be unafraid of what the other would think. How many people can admit to receiving that kind of loving? How many of us can say we haven’t judged another person at some point? We never judged each other. Nothing else existed unless I wanted it to. My family, my own children and husband… they were all completely secondary to my online love. But still, I met their needs too. I gave my job. It took years to find the source of the myth. Like most highly successful stories, Master PC has grains of truth embedded. A quick internet search will find stories under the name of JR Parz dating back to 1998. He or she is still selling mind control stories and has an Amazon page. Going back further proved to be quite difficult. JR Parz claims that the Master PC was his/her first attempt at a novel.For various reasons, we decided to take his claim at face value. For one thing, it reads like a. " What kind of study?" the prisoner asked, still skeptical but ready to listen."I can't give you the details for security reasons, but I can tell you that you would be moved to my facility," Claire said. Time to lay out the bait. "It's much nicer than it is here. No more tiny cell. Unlimited television privileges. Internet too. Better food. All you have to do is sign right here, and I'll take you away from all of this." Claire pushed a paper and pen towards the other woman."She's all yours,.