Just one of the things I'd inheritedfrom Crystal. When I'd accidentally infected myself with her nano-program, I'd picked up the whole program. And Cr...ystal had hard-codedher reflexes and movement patterns. So now, unless I spent closeattention, my natural movements were a computer-calculated amalgam ofthe "sexiest" women on record. At least, according to Crystal'sdefinition of sexy. Which tended toward "blatantly slutty." Icouldn't even turn to look behind me without slinging my boobs around.So. Chris was in the other bathroom and came in dressed in only a towel and telling her he was going to take a shower. He asked if she was interested in joining him. Her response was totally non-verbal, it was a blush and a small nod of her head. Chris took her by the hand and led her down into the guest bathroom closing the door.“So what now?” she asked him. “Let’s just see where it takes us” he replied.He responded by slowly lifting her camisole over her head. Their mouths again joined and as. ’ Feeling much better, Charmion left the gym. ********* She relaxed on the couch. She stretched and smiled. Her muscles were already pleasantly sore. Even though sore muscles weren’t that much fun, being sore helped her feel alive and strong. Too tired to get up and cook dinner, Charmion fell asleep. Across town, Aiden had also collapsed on his couch. He was mentally tired. He had fought all day to figure out how he was going to approach Charmion. Not one to lie, he knew that he had more than. It was less than half full, so it only took a couple of minutes before we were walking down the long concourse towards the street level where we could find the taxi queue. That line was relatively short as well, and we were quickly on our way to 355 S. Grand Avenue where the co-working space we rented was located. Jeri was quiet during the ride, but was looking around and taking in the sights, if you could call them that in Los Angeles.“Good afternoon,” a young woman greeted us when we exited.