“So it’s okay to fuck when you’re not in love, right?”“Right. When it’s Josh freaking Hutcherson.”Sometimes her slang sounded so strange..., coming out of her in a monotone.“So it’s okay to fuck someone if you’re not in love ... if you think they’re sexy. Right?’“Well ... yeah. I guess.”“Yes or no, Marcie?”There was a pause.“Yeah ... if you’ve had a crush on them forever.”I smiled. She’d opened a window; all I needed to do was climb in.Session B23: I’d spent the rest of our last session implanting. Even though I barely knew her, I trusted her.OK - my brain might also have been flooded with a cocktail of hormones,which would explain why I didn't feel massively self-conscious as Raeguided me between the ranks of clients and stylists to a vacant stationand settled me into a soft reclining chair. I was aware of the otherwomen casting curious looks out of the corners of their eyes, but my mindwas occupied by the image of Rae's dark eyes gazing into mine as she slidmy cock between her. " So far, the woman was only banging her head aroundtrying to move herself. Noel could see that her fingers weren't moving atall so she must really be completely paralysed then. "How did she getlike that?" He wondered. "And why did they put her in a hardsuit? Didthey find something out about the hardsuits that I didn't think of?"Noel continued to wonder these thoughts. He didn't want to leave her likethat. While it wasn't the same he felt he could relate, being tied uplike he was for weeks on. Jean was throwing herself into the scene, even getting Abby to assist her in learning new dance moves. If possible, it drew the two women even closer, blurring even more the lines of mother and daughter as they inevitably resulted in bonding as tighter and more intimate best-friends and lovers.* * * *Just before this, a thought occurred to Abby as they were returned to their booth by yet another pair of young investors. She pulled her mom to the restroom.“We’re dancing and mingling with a lot.