I toldthose places are nothing more than God's waiting room. I have visited afew of them, and they're even sadder places than before surrogates cameal...ong. Everyone who can afford a surrie is locked in their room andtheir virtual self is out in the world. The only poor souls left at thebingo games are the ones who can't afford a surrie.I still hoped that she would understand what I was doing....On my second visit to the Virtual Self showroom, I was met by a verysweet, motherly woman in her. "Susan then finished her delivery and headed back to her apartment with Davon.She opened the door to her apartment and told Davon to go ahead and make himself at home."Do you mind if I shower first? I've been walking around outside all day." he said."No, let me get you a towel." she replied, grabbing a towel and handing it to Davon."I'll warm you up some soup while you're in there."Davon stepped into the bathroom and closed the door as Susan walked into the kitchen. As she reached into the. It had become a habit she could not kicknow, a satisfying one nonetheless that she relished. Every time shelovingly drew a taffeta underskirt or satin-lined skirt up herstockings, she could not contain a wry smile knowing what John'sreaction would be if he were present, smoothing the slip or skirt slowlyup and over her calves, letting it rest momentarily as it hissed overher knees before gliding up and over her thighs and suspender clips andsecuring it with a tiny side or back zip that. I heard the buzzing again and I went out of the bed room andsaw a media room and the very large tv was buzzing. I stood before it andan image of someone came up. It was the man from before who told blondeto take me to room three."Excellent you're up and the first phase of room three complete. I takeit your alright nothing wrong?" he said."I'm...I'm fine. Where am I? Why was I taken to room three and not roomone?" I replied.The man put his hand up to stop me from talking."For the moment you are.