He could not do anything about that, buthe kept thinking of the picture of the actress."Oh. The age." He focused on the number twenty. If this stuff r...allyworked, he wanted to be much younger.After some time the pain receded. He would like to know what he lookedlike, but the hood was still on.He had to wait twenty minutes or so."Darling, I'm home." I'm in the bedroom. Please help me."She came in. "What's the matter?" She saw a strange woman on the bed."Dave. Is that you?" I used to be Dave. Now. The case officer, not to mention the creator. Were my circuits breaking down. I'm sure they would be wondering that and probably running simulations all through Christmas night. Somehow it seemed fitting that it be on Christmas night."Hello my Christmas Slut," I said when Jen answered the phone at home. It was well after office hours."Well if it isn't Santa's youngest Elf, Harlot. How goes it? Which toys are you making? the vibrators or the Dildos." Jennifer, I need some help," I said."Is this. It was a rare occurrence of inter-fraternity cooperation. Laura made sure to give special greetings to the men, all of them looking her over, hoping she'd grace them next with her charms. Laura's standing in the sorority meant she no longer had to work "the room" like the younger girls were now ... she had enough prestige that if there was a "client" worthy, she'd entertain him in her private suite.A raucous shouting from outside caught her attention. She looked at her watch and noted that it. I was looking forward to seeing the show.She took my arm and led me to her car, where she opened the door and let me in. It was clear who would be in charge of this date. We went to the show first, and I really liked it. It was campy and goofy, but fun! Cynthia held my hand at the scary parts, and at other parts she rested her hand on my knee, not groping, just touching.After the show, Cynthia took me to a local restaurant where lots of kids from our school hung out. She was clearly showing off.