Driving faster would have meant reaching home sooner for sure. But I was aware that I was still somewhat under the influence of alcohol I had consumed... at the office party at the farmhouse.I am usually very careful never to drive while drunk. Even if I have had just one beer, I know that my tolerance is so low that I can not be trusted with a car. But that was a night of many firsts and my decision to drive drunk was the least of things different from usual. Although the initial plan was for me. "Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another route."I've said it once, and I'll say it. Angie closed her eyes to sear the scene into her mind. She pivoted 180o as she bent back placing her forearms on top of the dryer for support, now she envisioned Christopher behind her, his hands firmly wrapped around her waste as he whispered sensual euphemisms into her ear. She could feel Christopher’s fingers gently caress her cheeks; tenderly cupping her jowls as one of his thumbs lightly traced her lips. A smile radiated onto her visage hearing Christopher comment on her beauty, not in her. ”Jake felt Harris deflate.“The hallmarks of a well-constructed slave are loyalty and obedience. When I sold them to other mind readers, they expected both qualities. But no mind reader would buy one without assurance that I wasn’t planting an agent in their household.”“Assure them how?”“I’d stick in a loyalty control during their preparation. Initially they were imprinted on me. Upon delivery and payment, I would tell the buyer how to locate the control. He was then free to alter it to make.