Now and then turning his head to look at passing attractions that she couldn't see from her low position.She reached out and put a hand on his thigh."...Uh-oh," he said. He glanced at her and grinned. "The animal is alive." Just thinking," she said. She stroked his thigh, her eyes were closed again, letting herself feel the coarse weave of his jeans."Dammit," Gary said after a few more minutes, "my dick is going to break off." He pushed himself up in the seat, reached down the front of his pants. ." That's beyond weird," Jeff interrupted. "But Fred kept saying from the beginning that it was almost as if she were real. Crap, if a dead person in your mind can be real," he chuckled."Well, anyway, I told you about Brenda somehow reflecting their orgasms back and forth until they all pass out from overload. They can't hear each other, but they can all hear Brenda if they're touching Fred. I'll have to specifically ask if they can feel each other as we do." And Margaret?" We can work well. It was his boss. My knee was ready for touching, just not by Mark. We sat drinking our wine and I felt the warmth of his leg...under the table he put his hand on my bare leg...I looked at him now...scared and questioning...my eyes were saying: "Jerry's in the kitchen and could come in at any moment...without warning...?" He squeezed my thigh and whispered--Whispering again!--"It's okay, he knows!" A shock went through me. Was this another gear shift knob surprise? Jerry, the Rat, with. " Does it do anything else?" Matt wanted to unsay the words as soon as he uttered them."Matthew Prescott, I am an extension of the Earthat Artificial Intelligence," the CAP reader replied. Matt's apprehensions calmed as he felt himself grin. "If you will allow me to assist you, I can help you find the most suitable concubines available, using the Reynolds-Heinlein compatibility matrix." Cool."The sergeant added, "Your escort is Corporal Ramirez." Matt looked up, a Hispanic male in uniform was.