I could control myself. I'd bring myself right to the edge of orgasm and then delay it, control it, master it. In reality, I could barely stand her. I...n my dreams, in my fantasies I fucked Susan any time I wanted to, and loved it.Somehow though, slowly it stopped being a crazy fantasy, and became a plan. I know exactly when it started to change. It was just after I turned 18.I came home one day and could hear my dad's voice on the answering machine. Susan had picked up a little too late."Hang on. She thinks not. Monkey see, monkey do is not good form for an ingenue such as herself.Rather, she will leave him to his laps, leave him with her image, the one he had the hots for minutes ago.On balance, she is rather pleased with the situation, pleased still more with herself.Because they did it.The significant deed is now accomplished fact.It is written into the record of reality.It was and is and cannot be undone; it happened.She puts her bikini back on.And passes Eric on his way out the. Despite having gained an Upper Second in Political History, Psychlone still wasn't entirely sure where his political allegiance lay. That complicated matters for him. Most people held a one-dimensional view of politics, just as they held a one-dimensional view of religion, the environment or nuclear warfare. It was easy to say, for instance, that the continued mining for oil in the Antarctic was bad because it would accelerate the already alarming collapse of the glaciers that covered the. Miranda was asleep in there, nude herself, drooling lightly on an equally zonked Nerissa's sheer-nightgown-covered boobs. Tegan grabbed Miranda and shook her, not stopping even when Miranda looked half-awake, until the soft-eyed girl spoke, calm as ever."Good morning, my Goddess. Do you need something?" Yeah. Okay. Something is wrong with my sister. Her brain patterns are fucked and she's not fully patched in and I think she's suffering, and she's my fucking sister and just — fix this, please,.