Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are ub...r-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very. She resisted, slapping at hands that tried to get her to sit up and then get off me, saying over and over that she didn’t want to leave.“If you won’t leave, then just come over to my bed,” said Rudy. “Listening to you guys gave me a hardon that’s killing me. After we get rid of that we can talk about you going back to your room.”“No!” said Val. Her voice was harsh, but not loud. “You’re Sam’s.”“I’m not anybody’s,” said Rudy.“Yes you are. You’ll always be Sam’s.”“She did it with Bobby earlier. And now magically, that masochistic, submissive part of my consciousness started to emerge to a level I never knew existed and wouldn’t have imagined possible in my wildest dreams. And that area of my brain responsible for my sexual submissiveness towards dominant females was totally taking over and registering the fact that I was actually experiencing the agonies of the fantasies I’d only previously dreamt up in my imagination. The pain slowly and miraculously began to mutate into a sort of. I nodded that it was okay. I told Brenda to get undressed, and I'd be right with her. I went to find Shirley again."Shirley, Brenda and I are going to be fucking in the bedroom. We're trying to make her pregnant. You can stay in here if you don't want to look, or to hear anything. Brenda and I don't mind if you want to watch though. Emily is going to be watching too." What about tonight?" All arranged. Joyce is looking forward to it, and so am I. I've got to go, Brenda is naked, and I'm afraid.