She grabbed a robe, picked up her dress and went to her room. She looked in the bathroom mirror, her make up was all still half on, but she looked cla...ssless. She showered and made her way home. Once home, Bianca couldn't get the feeling of shame out of her mind, where was Anthony, why hasn't he called, what if he dumped her using her for sex, what if he was married? She replayed herself sucking his cock and swallowing his load in her head, she was a dirty whore, how could she do that? What. ”“Holy shit, do you know how many guys in class would kill to get to be alone in a room with her?” Kevin asked, practically to the sky.“I think that probably has something to do with why I’m tutoring her and they’re not,” I pointed out. “Why, did you want to date her?”Kevin chuckled nervously. “You know me, I don’t date.”“Why not, anyway?” I asked. “You’re popular. If I were you, I’d want to, even if it’s just to… know what it feels like.”“Wow, Quinn. Sad,” Kevin laughed.“Stop,” I replied. Jumping through the time zones I found myself in San Antonio Texas where I jumped ship. There was a large miltary base featuring a nationally known burn center there. I needed to visit their research labs to put together the backpack dialysis unit that I needed to survive. I had the chip templates stored in deep memory. I needed to prioritize my actions or I'd either be spinning my wheels or leave myself open to hostile investigation.First I needed an impeccable, iron-clad ID. I investigated. This happens now and then. The first woman was Kamala. Tentatively she entered the sanctum; Srimathi closed the door. “Come inside, my dear” Abbaji invited her in. There was a make shift bed in the alter area. He was sitting there. “Come and sit next to me” he said. She was hesitant but finally she went and sat, but not too close to him. He moved closer to her and put his arm around her waist. She wriggled a bit but didn’t move away from him.“Don’t be afraid dear. Nothing harmful is going to.