’ Louis agreed, ‘Uh…when?’ Martha cleared her throat. ‘This Saturday, sometime after dark…preferably.’ The events of that Saturday eveni...ng played out exactly as Martha had desired. It was as if she had prophesied about the very night through her sexual character studies that preceded her Medicine Man piece. Louis gave her no warning as they entered the condo. In the darkness of the living room, he embraced her from behind, and planted gentle kisses along the contours of her neck. Martha slowly. .. I was wearing leather ... kind of like a uniform. It came with a helm and a sword."Uhm ... this is true," she said. "Where are we?" What you mean to say is, Where did everybody go?" That too." That guy on the hill ... No! Don't look!"She did."Damn it, I said don't look," I said."The one with the horse is coming our way," Wendy said, "Is that a spear?" I think it's called a lance," I said."He is definitely coming our way," Wendy said. "That looks sharp." She was looking at my sword.It was a. Puter, stop the simulation, Carla said, her mouth dry. Is this simulation realistic? Ignoring the genetic relation and age gap, the simulation is realistic. But shes about to…orgasm, Carla said in a whisper. Orgasm is a natural response to sexual stimulation, the computer said. Carla had many times watched a similar simulation but with her in the female role, and couldnt help getting wet. She told herself that she was only interested in her ex-lover, and that her daughter had nothing to do with. How I envied them.Their lives were relatively short but at least it was on theirown terms. In simplistic terms if they did not like somethingthey could fly away. That was not an option for me. Even if I didleave here, escape to some kind of freedom the likely hood wasthat I would be apprehended by either the police or worse stillsome kind of evil person or persons that would abuse me further.I thought about what I was going to be doing today. I had to foldand pack the clothes for the Carnival.