”“So, what? You’re saying that you’d stay plugged in?”You waver. “Well, that’s a problem. The only way for them to have that power was t...o disconnect and enter themselves. Still, even if they were using you as a battery, at least the machines let you live in a world where you had a job, and friends, and could see the sun. Is that better than wearing rags and hopping around Zion?” You shrug. “I think so.”“So, you’d be content to live in a computer program? In a fake world?”“Morpheus was right. But soon my awkwardness was gone as my body slowly warmed up.“Ma, it was a wonderful idea.” I praised her wholeheartedly.She laughed. “They don’t teach you these things at school, do they? Now try to get some sleep.”I woke up in the middle of the night not knowing what time it was. The howling of the wind had stopped. The lighting was not running across the sky anymore. At a distance I heard hollering of some coyotes. But that was not the reason I woke up.I felt a hand on my dick. It was. She arrived on Friday, and dad announced this was my new step-mum who had come to stay for the weekend, bringing her bossy daughter Molly, who said she was 15. Molly was really cute – short dark hair, a lovely smile, small tits in a tight tee-shirt and long legs emerging from a short skirt. We were lying in the garden when I told her about the photos on dad's laptop, and nervously asked if she had ever fisted."How did you know I was a lesbian" she murmured."My best mate at school reckons all. Thirty minutes later they return to inform the General the defenders have a small perimeter around the bridge itself. The fields beside the road are dry, but those further out are partly flooded and they won’t take the weight of the troop transports so they’ll just bog down in the mud if they try to go over the flooded fields. The only fields that’ll take the weight of the vehicles are already covered with destroyed vehicles and the ditches along their forward edge no longer have a front wall.