We all knew that prime time T.V. viewers were absolutely falling in love all over again with this gorgeous little blonde prostitute who was obviously ...aving so much fun in front of the cameras. Talk about reality T.V.!!!Jo’s shift officially ended at eleven, but we didn’t really emphasize the point and Jo seemed content to just keep going for the late night and early morning viewers. She only was blowing 5-6 men per hour, which was NOTHING for her. And her excitement at again being on prime. Another set of doors opened into a white surgical room. The gurney stopped by an operating table covered in green cloth. “Going to move you now. On three –”My body slid sideways onto a green surgical table. The pain was coming back, throbbing through me. The doctor leaned over me.“It looks like the staff in Gaza have done the best they can, but you’re still bleeding internally. We’re going to have to put you under. You’re in excellent hands now.”The world slowly became dark and grainy, like. [M--- slowly and with obvious reluctance does so]Miss: Lower your trousersM--- [whispers]: Yes MissMiss: Look me in the faceM--- [whispers]: Yes MissMiss: See, you’re still pointing at meM--- [whispers]: Yes Miss[Miss reaches and takes M---’s penis in her hand]Miss: Now tell me how does that feel?M--- [gasps]: G-g-g-good Miss!Miss: Has anyone touched you here before?M---: No Miss![Miss starts gently stroking M---’s penis. M---’s penis starts growing even harder. M--- seems a little unsteady on. The instant noodles had already gotten cold, his cola just tasted stale, he hadn't closed the lid. His eyes burned like hell and his head ached. It had to be possible.Another line of codes flowed from his fingers, another one, he easily understood all the things he was doing. Sure: Thomas lacked some basic skills. He wasn't sporty, but rather an overweight leek, he didn't have much general knowledge, and his social skills were minimal, but what he could do was use a computer and unlock its full.