Krista opened her eyes to see Tom between her thighs, holding his cock in his hand. “No, please… I’m not… I don’t…” she gasped. She t...ied to squirm away from him, but he had both hands on her hips and moved his body right along with hers. She could feel his hardness sliding up and down her slit, gliding over her clit with delicious friction. “Hold still, Krista. Hold still and let me in. You know you want this. Hold still, Krista.” She felt it sliding between her labia, then it slid a. They watched the bride walk downthe aisle as any woman would. The illusion was so perfect, the brideeven moved as a woman. Nothing looked male at all. He looked up atthem and let the lace cover slip from his hands, and the flowers fellto his feet. Everyone saw his hands cuffed together with his shiny redfingertips. He heard many surprised gasps of surprise. Thomas justsmiled and kept walking. He saw his sister sitting in the audiencebeaming and smiling at Thomas. She was going to enjoy this. My keys. The key I made fly. Her fingers rested on the keyboard, idle, spasming haphazardly to random nerve impulses having nothing in the least to do with the process of creation. Creation? You pathetic creatures have no clue.Oh yes, and then there's the matter of so-called love. Lisa wouldn't have had a love life worth mentioning were it not for me. Most humans couple and breed by random accident, with the expected results -- disappointment and heartbreak, followed by loneliness and more. Richie turned up his driveway and skidded to a stop before the keypad. He punched in the security code, and when the door slowly rumbled up, it revealed the bumper of a car."My mother's home already," Richie said. "So you can forget that idea."Heather remained silent as the door rose. She did not release her hold on him, and her breath quickened."You're gonna have to walk back to your place," Richie said. "My Mom's heard the door go up so she'll be expecting me inside." Richie, I--" Heather.