See? They have pictures.’ ‘Yeah, color pictures, too. Newspapers don’t have that. And the big print is big and easier to read. I don’t need my... reading glasses no more. Already, I am feeling more cultured.’ ‘I knew you would like it.’ ‘So, who runs this thing? Maybe, we can muscle our way in and, you know, make him an offer he can’t refuse.’ ‘This thing? The web site is owned and produced by Betty Jones.’ ‘Jones? She doesn’t sound Italian.’ ‘She is. Jones is her married name. She’s one of us.. "Suddenly Betty screamed and jumped out of her chair. "You just shocked me."Oh? Did I tell you I controlled the island's defenses?" Yeah, asshole, you did."The AI chuckled. "I thought so, but maybe I forgot to tell you I have feelings and don't like to be insulted. I am NOT a hacker. I am Bai, the world's greatest data system and artificial intelligence." You sure are full of yourself." Not really, my operating system only resides in a tiny corner of my total capacity. To coin the phrase of the. My other hand I move to his Bulge. I now have fingers pressing against his Ass Crack and my hand is covering his Dick.. He lets out a lung full of air and is starting to breath heavy. Pressing his Dick into my hand, he starts to mention how good this feels. I start to stand and guide us over toward the Sofa in the next room. As we are starting to sit I am pulling at his belt. He is pulling down my Pajama pants with one motion and as I step forward I am stepping out of my Pajama's. I am now. Sandra's arms moved quickly and then started to push her mum away. She managed to open her eyes slowly and then ... saw the face of a laughing Veronique above her."Veronique?!" Sandra exclaimed in wonder. The memories of last night came back to her, and then she said, with a sweeter voice this time, "Veronique!" Hi, sweetie!" Veronique said. "Time to get up."Sandra was relieved that it hadn't been her mum kissing her like that, but that it was only Veronique doing this to her. Before Veronique.