Kay" Wendy remarked as she pondered for a moment. "We need to dosomething about that hair" and reached for the brush on her sideboard."Let me look at ...myself" I said in an excited voice. "Let me see what Ilook like"."NOT YET!" Wendy cried out. "Let me finish you and then you can see whatyou look like. Just show some patience, young lady". I must haveharrumphed or something, because Wendy muttered "keep still and stopbeing a spoilt little bitch," as she started to brush my hair around myhead. Wendy remembered everything that had happened to her, every event thathad taken place in the twenty years that she been alive. But she alsohad Elizabeth's memories inside her head. A century and a half ofrecollections that included the first time she and brother made love,the night they were transformed into eternals, her own death at the handof her ex-lover and her resurrection, blending the corporeal forms ofWendy and Elizabeth. She also remembered the countless victims that sheand her. (One of the job "features" that she learned about later on. No wonder the job had such a low turnover rate.)It was Samantha. Samantha was still fairly new, and so was still pretty fun to play with. She looked up when Orchid had finished the last checkpoint (a total of 6 to make it this far - an iris scan, palm scan, fingerprint scan, DNA scan, voice scan, and having to repeat the words "Fuck you, assholes" which was the password she made up for herself 30 days ago when she had to change. We've been getting together over a little wine, some soft lights, oil, towels, and watching each other indulge in no-holds-barred self-love - which includes anything we are into, like mirrors, oil, vibrators, nipple clamps (that's all me!).My new friend is a half-Chinese university student in his mid-twenties who I met online. We nervously hooked up a few months ago, fumbled around with each other, decided that we really felt comfortable with each other, and set about exploring what things we.