. well, it's a bit complicated. Umm... Danny. My name is Danny." Oh, look, I'm the one who should be sorry, butting in like that. Jo. It's actually Jo...ephine, but don't you dare. Listen, I should..." No, hold on. Look, you weren't rude, and I wasn't forthcoming with an explanation. If I could just put this down first." Oh, yes, go ahead. Sorry. Again." He turned from me to the rockpile, obviously working out where the pink stone should go. "Listen, how about we... ," and he stopped again, while. Although I came out for a smoke, I was also glad to get away. Not from you or your friends, specifically. I've just never been used to being around a lot of people at once. I'm used to the quiet roominess of my apartment and I never think about whether that's a good or bad thing until I go out somewhere. That anxiety I feel around strangers was still there below the surface, but you helped me through it. And even though you were right inside the house, probably less than twenty or so feet away,. Im 32, so I dont think a teenager would want to have sex with me. Then again, this is my computer fantasy. The age of consent is sixteen in this state, but&hellip, To be safe, I typed in 21. A nice college-girl type. Nabokov wouldnt be happy, but he wasnt here. Body specifications? I typed out my dream girl. 59, 140 pounds, brown hair, hazel eyes, long legs, 32/dd breasts, a nice sized butt. I keyed enter hoping for the computer to come to life. It didnt. Additional specifications? It was as if. "And if Idecide that you're a human being and not a damn bleeding heart pain in theass, I'll take that call."Rich took the card and went into his apartment without saying another word.John frowned and headed up to his own apartment. There was a thin crate ofsome sort leaning against his door. A note taped on the side said, "Mr.Norman: This settle everything." It was signed "Stavros."Curious, John took the crate inside with him and opened it. The crate held apicture of some sort in an elaborate.