A girl wanted a photo of me?“Thanks.”“How about you send one of you to me?” I ventured.“Okay. Give me a second.”Moments later my text soun...d went off and there it was. Her beautiful face framed by chin length blonde hair. I quickly added it to my contacts.“Thanks, Alyssa.”“Sure, Michael.”“I’ll do mine now.”“Okay.”Snap and send.“Thanks, Michael.”“You’re welcome. Now about this sex thing.”“I’m not your girlfriend.”Crap! She hung up again.I brought up her face on my phone and thought about kissing. “But don’t worry. From now on we will work towards a much more appropriate and achievable goal: you will learn to embrace what you are. Now do not for a second think that I am absolving you from the shame of being a common, lowborn harlot. I am only saying that it would be more shameful still to deny it. For someone like you to be ashamed is healthy; it shows you have achieved self-awareness, which is the closest to virtue that you are capable of.”The dim candlelight traced a thread of silver. Perfect! So while my husband was looking through the bins of used clothing, I stripped nude in one of the changing rooms. I saw many other guys in the store eyeing me as I shopped, and now some of them were casually walking a direct course past my changing room! I couldn't help but make sure that the curtain was slightly open for them to see in! It was glorious! I kept my back to the curtain and bent over with my legs spread a little for my fan club, until my husband came over and swished. They were expecting conventional missiles, which were large enough and slow enough to show up on their radar. When they saw none of that, they thought that they were safe, since the machine gun "bullets" were much too small and much too fast to be seen by their on board radar. All four ships began to tumble, and two actually collided before they all dropped back into real space. The Reglaz on all 4 ships had all been killed when the AIs cut off the artificial gravity and inertia control. The.