“Nothing,” he said. “I mean I didn’t feel anything.”“Do you want to make love with me?” she asked.“Desperately,” he sighed.She frown...d. It hadn’t worked. Why hadn’t it worked? More to the point, why had it worked when she told him to be truthful?She thought back to what she’d done. The gestures with the wand were something she’d practiced so much that they came naturally, now. But that had never done anything before. It had to be something about her, that had made it work.She closed her eyes.. . the chip was accepting me as its Master ... and I could already feel the changes it was invoking.I was immediately aware of my surroundings.If asked to explain ... I wouldn't be able to. But I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what lay around me.Turner was standing approximately 1 meter 2 decameters and 6 centimeters away from my surgical gurney.Carol was standing over my prone body. She was too close to accurately calculate the exact measurements. She was checking my pulse approximately 4. “Relax. Put the shift lever in R for reverse but keep your foot where it is.” She looked down and did. “She said you were great in bed; that you were really hung.” “Later,” I said. “Now look behind you and take your foot off the brake but leave it just touching.” The car backed up slowly. “Okay, good, now brake. Push hard. Make it stop. Keep your foot on the brake and put it in drive, the D.” For the next ten minutes we drove up and down the long driveway. She was pretty smooth and could hit. We arrived at my place and I could instantly tell she was impressed with the house. The way she looked around and complemented everything she saw. It felt nice. I never had much to show off as a younger man. Always renting houses with friends. That’s not much to show off. But now I could show this beautiful women around a property I own. We settled on the patio furniture next to the fire pit, that I lit before sitting next to Amy and pulling her legs over my lap. Without speaking we started.