"You'll want to get a man so he'lleat out of the palm of your hand," she'd said. "Whatever it is youmay be holding in the palm of your hand. It's fu...n. I do it withyou often enough. Sometimes literally!" "Why all this stress on sex with men?" I asked her. "I only wantsex with you!" You need to know how we feel about sex," she said. "And even howwe feel during sex. And besides," she added with a certainsprightliness and a playful grin, "You're supposed to be learningto be a girl, and a. .. no one touched, talked, or did anything but look and dance as we moved about one another, until the music stopped. When it did, Jillian and I happened to be facing one another with Sharon standing between us. Suddenly she reached out, one hand clasping my left breast, the other hand doing the same thing to Jillian's right one."Hmm," she mused. "Hard to tell who's bigger, pretty close to the same, but you certainly do have thick nipples Faye. Are they very sensitive?" She then asked now. We were holding each other with total ardor, kissing away wildly, and wet, sloppy kisses all over each other bodies. And then I took courage, and took his manhood into my fist. I felt powerful. When I held it and told him so. He smiled. “That is how I felt when I came down on you to take your sweet cunt into my mouth” he replied. We were now scratching away each other’s backs, and my sharp nails seemed to have torn his skin at the back.He then lay on his back and asked me to straddle him. I. One of his Perfect Sluts.Now, I realized that the pictures he'd shown me at his house were not retouched. They were earlier models, earlier experiments. Failures. And I realized that the computer graphic was not a game, not a silly exaggeration. It was the template he was using to rebuild me. I was slowly being erased and in my place would be a flesh and blood sex doll, a cartoonish caricature of womanhood dressed in latex and leather, like the John Willie drawings but alive and.