When I would touch something with the tip of my finger I would get the feeling that my finger was inside the object. Which is cool and all but weird. ...y brain is also adjusting for the shorter distance involved. It’s true your brain keeps track of how long your fingers are. It finds it disturbing when it knows that the tip of your finger should be touching something but is not.In other news, Scrivener my writing software of choice has come out with a new beta version for it’s Windows. Satanists have used the building as a site for their rituals for years now and that’s one of the main reasons we chose this place, hopefully the power of those rituals has built up and that power will help us tonight. I park the car outside the mansion and open the boot, she’s still unconscious which makes this easier. I drag her out of the car and carry her inside the mansion. I strip her down and redress her in a beautiful red dress we brought especially for her. I tie her down to the floor. Puberty had been good to Samantha BENSON. She had the sexiest body I had ever seen, and let's be honest, nerds watch a LOT of porn. Her body was a myriad of wonderful contradictions; thin, but curvy, firm but soft. I was gaping at her, and I didn't care. "Freddie?" I was making her nervous. "You're beautiful," I whispered, pulling her to me and kissing her. She moaned into my mouth as our bare torsos came into contact for the first time. God, she was so warm and soft. I fell back onto the bed,. It was dark and filled with grey smoke from the cigarettes around the room. There was a long wooden bar in the centre that might have looked nice in a Cowboy film but not in the east end of Glasgow. It just looked chipped and tarnished. In the back was the familiar pool table. The bar seemed to be filled with bikers, burly workmen and slutty girls who looked like they were pretending to be women. A female waitress who looked around 18 but was probably older gathered drinks behind the bar. .