I couldn’t believe it. I ran to the window, foolishly thinking she might still be around. When I was sure she was gone, I took the story to my chair... and devoured it, learning that she enjoyed having an audience, that after she had gone away she missed my presence and had fallen into loneliness, without song. As I read the words seemed to gather a melody that I had heard her sing in the beginning of the winter, haunting, melancholy, needing. I read the story again, a third time, trying to learn. " No, it isn't really that long. I just... simulated it. You liked it?" Of course I liked it. But it was different than what anyone else," she said before sighing and laying her head down. "I suppose you have a lot of tricks like that, don't you." I guess I do. I wasn't really trying to trick you though." I know," she said. "I just hope I can get over your tricks when the time comes." You will. You're not the first person I've used them on, and I hope you won't be the last. Would you like me to. I don't deserve love anyway, not even love for myself. I did a horrible thing to someone else and deserve to suffer for it. Coincidentally, I've found a perfect way to do that. Sexual humiliation has become something I am rather good at taking and being used has taken over any of my previous sexual preferences.Finding the men is easy enough, especially when I tell them that I don't care who they are - something that seems mutual to most men nowadays. I don't think I've even asked their names. “I’d like a digital copy of the game please”. After purchasing the digital copy, she was handed a receipt with the game code on it.After paying for the game code, she rushes home to be able to download it on her new virtual reality system. Carrie had the third-best money could buy. It looked exactly like a motorcycle helmet, had cushions on the inside for your head, to make it comfortable for using for a long amount of time, especially while laying down in bed or on a couch or chair, there were.