"Which tree do we want?" He asked as they entered the lot."This one," Jessica pointed excitedly at a nearby tree.Cade wasn't excited when he saw the p...rice tag, so he managed to find another tree that would work and cost about half as much. The salesman helped him tie the tree to the top of the car for the ride home. The kids were excited when they arrived home with a Christmas tree to decorate and a ham to eat for Christmas dinner. Cade put the tree in the living room and Jessica danced around. We'd found each otherthrough one of those online groups and began feeling each other outover time. Soon enough we did the facetime thing. He had me from theword go and we both knew it. He played with me a bit, keeping me atarm's length for a while to see if I was really interested. He let mein gradually, bit by bit. This just served to whet my appetite. He knewthat and so did I.We played, conventionally, at first. The whole D/S thing. Standard gayboy SM stuff. I like that too. But what really. " But how can that be? How can a machine come alive?" How can a collection of protein molecules come alive?" I asked rhetorically. "Isn't that the greater miracle? We programmed Spook, or the computer where he was born, to think, sort of. He just woke up and started thinking for himself." My God! Is it— is he the only one?" Just him." Who else knows about ... Spook?" You now. Me. That's it." Nobody else?" she demanded."Well, Spook knows, of course. That's three of us." 'Spook knows, '" she. The walls were lined with high heels and provocativeclothes. Upon inspection, Brittany deduced that she was a bit of a slut.She owned almost no pants, and the few pants she did own very skiingtight and very sexy. Not really sure what to do, Brittany let her bodygo into autopilot. She picked out a purple Lycra satin mini skirt. Sheslid the skirt up her legs, and it rested comfortably on her wide hips.The skirt really showed off her sexy legs, as it ended several inchesabove the knee. The skirt.