"16,289 connections confirmed and clear, 463 offline and 16 new connections pending" Droned a disembodied voice."Well not much change from yesterday,"...she thought."Con 1, command mode please," she said, addressing an audio system she created and unimaginatively dubbed Converse 1 "Run conversation programme 237." 237 being her most recent attempt at creating someone to talk to."Completed, Ohai," stated the voice of a young male "Do you have any further need of me?" the voice continued."Not at. Just by the way you dress.’ ‘Jason, I’m sorry I-‘ ‘Look don’t cry,’he wiped a tear from my face, ‘I have a confession to make.’ He stood up and grabbed my hand. ‘Let’s go to the car and talk. It’s quiet.’ We walked to the car hand in hand and he opened the door for me. My heart was pounding and I started to cry. I felt like a slut. Even then, after confessing that my father and I had been fucking I was still wet. I was still hot and bothered. I still needed completeness. Jason sat down and. I sat up ever so slowly, pretending that I was trying not to disturb him, and took off my top. I threw it on the floor. I lay back down. I raised my bum and slid my knickers down my legs, my hand ever so slightly touching his bum. As soon as it did, I moved a little away from him, again keeping up the pretence that I don’t want to wake him. I took them off and dropped them on the floor. Still no snoring. I got back to work. I was ever so wet now. Obviously my own fingers were doing the. I looked at her as she was staring at him with puppy dog eyes. She was as if she was a school girl in love. I explained what i was doing and he was paying attention and then she leaned over his shoulder and rested her chin on his shoulder. He blushed and she acted like it was the most normal thing. I told her to escort him back out and we would call him tomorrow with an answer. she walked him back up the stairs still holding his hand and they were whispering at the front door for quite a while..