Hm, he wondered: would it make sense tohave virtual implants? He squeezed his flesh. Did it matter? Was hisvirtual bust enhanced with virtual silic...n?He squeezed. Fuck such silly thoughts. Enjoy the moment.Maybe back home, his body reacted. He desperately needed a good sexualhit, even solo.Shots fired on the street below.A guy?s voice yelled over the radio into Scott?s earpiece. ?I?m hit.I?m changing to a healer when I come back.?Scott ignored the squawking. If he could, he would remove. No matter how far, to which direction and how many quick turns, he had the constant feeling that the orange haired man can stretch his hand and catch as easily as picking up an ant from the ground.Twenty five seconds left.After making up his mind Zax decided to leave the city, but when he reached its farthest border from the orange haired man, a beastly killing intent was radiating from afar, giving the impression that it will arrive Monivore city before his thirty seconds are up.‘Who is. A well-built bloke who was already sporting a beard in Grade 12 chose me as his personal “skivvy”. He led to his dormitory and told me to sit down, he then continued by stating that I had to do exactly as he wished or I would be lined up in front of the disciplinary committee of the hostel, of which he was the head!He told me that punishment for disobedience could vary from a couple of lashings with a cane to refusal of weekends out of the boarding school, which meant I would not be able to go. It sat there idling for what seemed like forever then the trunk popped open. This was it, I ran as fast as I could hoping it was the right car and hoping no one else decided to drive past or worse turn into the parking lot. I finally reached the car and dove into the trunk, pulling it closed behind me. The car began to move.After what seemed like forever the car began to make several turns snaking its way through back streets before drawing to a stop. The trunk popped open and I got out into a.