Well, I do agree with you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don...'t see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter. Reaching into his pocket, he grasp her hand placing crumpled bills into it, kissed her forehead and said, “next week”. As he left, she removed her panties, wiped her cunt and laid back into bed. Jeff made his self a bowl of cereal, ate half of it and saw her getting up again. She came back in with the neighborhood paper boy. She was all smiles as she pulled him on her in the bed. She had to do it all, pulling his cock out and holding his hips as he fell into her wet cunt. She pulled his hips. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought she had a personality. But maybe he had been thinking of her like one of the girls in his comics, where the personality was an accessory to augment their hotness, everything ultimately subservient to the sex. ‘Well, fortunately we’re not looking to hire you on as a writer.’ The old man gave him the kind of grin that always accompanied backhand insults. ‘Anyway, we’ll be in touch.’ Terry walked out of the door, his head spinning. He was trying to convince himself. I felt like I wouldcum, I am sure I was going to cum, cumming even, but the blacknessclosed around me as I finally succumbed to the injection and went tosleep.I have no idea how long it was, I seemed to wake and sleep in fits andstarts, seeing her masked face and those evil eyes as if they were in anightmare as I slid back into deeper sleep once again. Until eventuallyI did wake up from that never ending nightmare dream, or was it?My head was throbbing and I felt strange and sore all over, I.