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 Okay, this ones nerdy, timey wimey, and confusing.  Sorry.  Cyber, Alien,
probably gets boring at some point, but now with a Classroom Orgy!  So
there's that.

   Molinja (ff Saph)
St: Rob Zombie - Living Dead Girl (Hellbilly Deluxe)

   "Hey." That girl, um.  "Enjoying the show?"

   I looked up on stage, looked back.  "Yeah." She smiled.  "They're gay,
you know."

   She nodded.  "Molly, right?"

   "Yeah," what's her name?  "We're in Mrs.  Ratzingers'?" Together, years
ago.  "Hh."

   "Me too." She grinned.

   "What?" She glanced up, at the stage.  Grinned back.

   She didn't come to see the boys dance.  I guess I was watching,
wallflowering really, but all those girls.  Weren't really paying
attention, to me.

   "Yeah," I nodded.  "Me too."

   "Yeah," she winked, "I saw that."

   {The track skips.  Dragula.}

   "They sure can dance." They're really into eachother, too.  How I could
tell, they helped eachother out.  Of their clothes.  "Hm." Yeah, they're
guys, but it's still beautiful.

   "You want to get out of here?"

   I sniffed.  I like it here.  Especially the smell.  All those girls,
then her.  Smiling at me.  She bent down, to take my hand.

   "Um," Smiling at me.  "Yeah." There's Astrid.  Getting up on stage,
explaining the rules.  "Hang on a sec."

   I went around, but she said "No Sex." Cupping her hands, so it echoed
over the gathered crowd.

   I waved, and she looked down.  "If you want to do something, go out."
She pointed, "There, and find a makeout spot, or something."

   I pointed at my CD player, and my eyes.  She nodded.  "And if you don't
want someone looking at you, tell them." I walked back.  "And if they don't
stop, Tell Your Friends."

   I looked at her, in Mrs.  Ratsinger's.  Closer to my age, but behind
her, like a knight jump?  In chess, a couple seats back, but on the side.
Across the aisle, but even in 4th grade.  Boobs, not much, but you could
see it.  At least I could, side boob when she turned, and her blouse pulled
tight.  To grab something from her backpack, or something.

   She never looked at me.  Before.  I smiled back.

   "So, you're the DJ tonight?"

   "Well, she said dancing, so I brought my CDs." I really shouldn't leave
them, like that.  "We don't have to go, far?"

   She grinned, "To make out?"

   "You want to try it?"

   "With a girl?"

   "Yeah," She turned, and backed up.

   "Me too," I took her hands, "With you." I looked up at her smile. 
"Always did." Just didn't know, if she liked girls.  Like me, I had hoped,
but.  You don't just, well I can't talk to them.  About that, or I
couldn't. Too scared of the answer.

   "Hhm!" She opened her mouth, so I let her tongue in.

   So yeah, totally into girls, like me.  Well, me, with her tongue in my
mouth.  I hadn't thought this far yet, but, I tried sucking it.

   "Slrp!" Yup!  That was nice.  Just licked my lips, too.  "Mh!"

   "I had not idea, you're gay."

   "Well, you know how it is." She nodded.

   "Un?" I have some now.  She just felt up, and cupped my bra.  "Hhn!" She
has more.  Started first, and even pushed boys around, when she got bigger.
For a year, or 2.  That doesn't mean she's gay, of course.  But I remember
that.

   "You know Astrid."

   "Yeah," Or I met her.  "She knows everyone."

   "So yeah.  Huh.  You ever been with, another girl?" I shook my head,
but, is she saying, she want's to?  I mean, we kissed, but.  I want to, if
she asks, the answer's definitely yes.  My lip pops out.

   "Pb!"

   "So, I fooled around with Astrid.  First, but she's straight."

   "Hihin!  She's what, 10?"

   She shook her head, "8."

   "She's probably not even sexual yet." I shook my head, "She's an artist,
you know?  Well, it's like music, she's a kid, but you don't have to be
sexual to appreciate beauty."

   "Oh." She smiled, "You think I'm beautiful?"

   I grinned, bit the hook.  "Yeah, for what.  4 years now?" She nodded. 
Never had her, in the same class again, but, "Huh!" I Hugged her.  "I had
hoped, but." My ear between her breasts, the beat of her heart.  "Huh!"

   My other ear perked, out of time with Perversion 99, but not
synchopated. Not just out of synch, but in different time, so they caught
up, then passed in the next beat, then swung back out of phaze.:.

   "You a dancer?"

   "My music, uh." I shook my head, "Mostly Industrial, and Experimental.
Not really danceable, anyway." The boys did all right.

   "So, that's like.  Punk rock?"

   "Post-punk, like Goth?"

   "Oh, what's that all about?"

   "Well, my folks could explain it better."

   "Why?"

   "They're gothic?" I nodded.  "But first generation, old school?"

   "Oh, the lady with the." She put her hands up.

   "Siouxie hair?  Yeah." I nodded.

   "Suzie?"

   "Siouxie Sue, from Siouxie and the Banshees?"

   "Or The Cure."

   "Yeah, that was post-punk.  You know, the New Wave?"

   "In the 80s."

   "Yeah, well that was when pop was new, and experimental.  A lot of
subcultures grew out of that."

   "So, with your parents, you had to find something more metal, to play
over their music?"

   "Yeah!" She kissed me.  "Haha, but it's also, all so very different. 
Not just everything else, but they try something new, every song.  Even
change it in the same track." I paused...

   Time change coming up...  `meet the creeper...' In the distance.

   "Yeah!" She nodded, once, then kissed me again.

   We didn't go far, just made out, and felt eachother up.  Then I took her
hand, back to the gym.

   Can't really have sex, out there yet.  I don't think, okay maybe it's
possible, but.  OMG.

   "Hhm!" Talking to some Oriental boy.  I don't know what kind, but in a
backpack, and keds.  Or no, Sketchers, I think.  "Wow," really into him,
though.  "Huh!"

   "That why you're so.  Preppy?"

   "Oh," look down, "Hihin!  No, this was for irony." No poodle on the
skirt, but I don't have the Janet dress, either.  Picked up my knees, to
tug my socks, back up over my calfs.  "Rockabilly, I guess." Shook my
ponytail, and bangs.  "I don't usually wear this." I put on a slip!  "Hah,
never actually been to sunday school."

   "Well, it's a cute look on you."

   She's, one of those girls.  Calls things Cute.  I know what she means,
kinda, in that vague way tweenage?  I don't know, I think maybe she's up to
a year older, but.  If she was straight she'd call a guy Cute, that vague.
For all I know, she does.  To her straight friends.

   "You're bisexual."

   "Mhm?" She nodded, looked back and smiled.

   "Hh."

   "You can tell that?"

   "Took me a little while to put together." I don't, know people.  From
talking to them, I opened up to a little, but mostly just watch and listen.
From the sidelines, basically a wallflower.  Usually, I really opened up to
her a lot.  And talked about subcultures, but I do that.  With anybody,
pretty much grew up on Sykospark, and got an Instakit for my 13th birthday.

   My whole family has Poseur teeshirts.  I have a picture of us, posing
together, in Poseur teeshirts.  The cats had vampire rats to play with.

   "Oh, that's not a problem is it?"

   "No," really.  "That's fine," not as much as being alone, in the Closet.
Don't get me wrong, it's a great closet, nice soundtrack, but it's still a
closet.  After a while, starts feeling like a cage.  I don't really like
people, but I'd like one.  1.  Singular.  I can deal with that, but can
she?

   Bisexual, that's 2.  Pretty good at math, I can count, and am I jealous?


   "Hh." Okay, there's lots of girls in here.  And they're just getting
hotter, and nakeder, and smellier.

   So yeah, that's probably it.  That, and standing here, where anyone can
see us, together.

   "Yeah," Slip my arm behind her waist.  "Come here." Enjoy the show, and
look up.  From the shoulder, but that means she has to turn her head.

   I think perpendicular is about optimal.  Good seal, she can feel the
side of her tongue down the center of mine, so I can roll it.

   "Lh!"

   "Snh!" then lap out the middle of her tongue, and slip it back,
grinning, and licking my lip.

   "Yeah." She looks up, and nods.

   Okay.  You can drive.  If she doesn't mind me taking over.  Too, can't
really share the wheel.  I want to, like to drive, but I don't have to. 
And honestly, out in public, I can't.

   Maybe when we get back, to the bedroom.  "Hhn!" I always wanted to
drive. "Oh!" The speakers are getting dim.  "Hh, the batteries are running
out." She let me go, but.  "That means I better take it back." Home, away
from here, really don't want to deal with the folks, but.  "Huh!" they'll
probably understand.

   I really should have had this talk with them before.  It's been a few
years, just how do you come out to them like that?  They're even really
cool, so they'll be cool about it, I know, but.

   "Come on," I tucked the CD case in around the top, zipped it up, and
swung it on.

   "So, Joey.  That short for Josephine?" I forgot.

   She shook her head.

   ;

   "Jolene." {fG Teen Saph}

   "Huh!" She pinched her nose.  "Right."

   "What?"

   "Nothing, now I just got that song stuck in my head."

   "Oh," I shrugged.  Here's the thing, I don't care.  Yeah, maybe she
followed me around in 4th grade, a little but.  It's not like she has a
crush on me, I thought.  Well, I thought wrong, but she's like.

   So nice.  And cool, really cool I feel like a square or whatever, but.
"What kind of name is." I forget.

   "Erphortych?" I nodded.  "Jewish.  Yiddish, but Russianized in the
eastern Bloc."

   "Huh?"

   "Russian.  Like Molinja." ...  `Via Ukraine, North Caucasus, Siberia,
then Alaska, Washington, Oregon, California, Nevada...  It's a long story.'

   "Right." Just a hard name to remember.  "How old were you?" ?  "On your
trip, across.  Eastern Europe."

   "Oh, wasn't born yet.  My grandparents fled the Holocaust, then Pogrums
across Russia.  They went East, didn't really have a choice.  It's a long
way, but high enough north, it's not too long.  The Russians passed the
refugees along, weren't much more welcome there."

   Kinda cute?  I don't know, it's really not about her looks, but cool. 
She looks cool.  Now I remember, hanging out in the corner with headphones
around her neck, in a.  Jeans skirt, and.  "Uh!" Combat boots?  No wonder I
never talked to at her at school.

   "Mostly train cars, from what I hear." Sounds lovely!

   Well, got to be seen with her now.  I mean we did, just now.

   "So, like a Halloween costume?"

   "Every day is Halloween."

   "So like Goth."

   "Huh, well that's Ministry, but before." She thought.

   "You're really into music."

   Oh yeah, and a nerd.  Did I forget to mention?  Okay, look.  She's not
8, right?  She's older, got boobs, and stuff.  "Hihihn!  You shaved your
legs?" She's not straight, neither.

   "For the bobbysocks." She nodded.  Turtle shell of a backpack, bouncing
behind her.  Short.  "How old are you?"

   "Almost 14.  Your birthday's before mine?"

   "Uh!" I rolled my eyes, "November!" Holidays, never mind.

   Late bloomer, though.  She wasn't even started in mrs.  What's her name,
Kats?  Singer?  Shake my head, "You're really well developed."

   "Well," if you say it that way, "Thanks!  You're really nerdy!" And I am
so stupid.

   "Yeah, I guess." She pulled, "Come here." At my jacket, not hard, but.
Kind of a little rough.  Ish.  Looked up.  Great shoes, canvas chucks with
the star on the ankles?  Yah, she got up on her toes, in these boots.  Nice
thick heels.  Didn't say kiss me, out loud, I like that a lot better.

   I have a girlfriend!

   It's great, she's really cool, and I look better standing next to her,
and somebody's gonna ask which one's the guy, but I don't have a good
answer for that, because we kinda both are, and that's.

   Great!

   "Hah.  Hahahaha!"

   "I'm over here." She shook her shoulder.  Back, and pointed with her
thumb too, but it was such a weird move.

   "Uh!" Nice house, "Can I come in?"

   "It's a nice night." She took off the backpack.  "Huh!" I felt like
pouting, "I'd rather avoid the whole subject with my folks for the time
being, but it's a nice night, and I'm gonna just drop this off." She held
it up, "All right?"

   "Hihmn!" She's right, it is a nice night, and I have a cigarette.  I
think there's a light in here somewhere, I don't smoke much, but my heart's
beating out of my chest, and "Oh." Matches.  "Good."

   It's all, just a bit, too fast?  No, about right, I just.  Need a break.
And "Huh!" Shake them out.  "Hhhhhhhwh!" Nicotine, flick some off, the end.
That's cool right?  I mean, I can, look cool, smoking.  Right?  There's a
car, by the sidewalk, I'm not all untucked, and my hair's all right.  Good.
"Yeah," I'm all right.

   "Oh!" She changed.  Right in front of the window.  "Oops!" Turn around,
lean back.

   That's my girlfriend.  Up there?  Yeah.  Her.  "Hihihn!" She mooned me!

   I believe the phrase is "Slip into something more comfortable." Putting
on a leather vest, and cargo shorts.  In her underwear, but.  "Huh!" She
grew up!  Not a whole lot of fat, you couldn't see, because her dress hung
down in front, but one of the reasons for that is to hide a tummy, and she
didn't belt over it, but from down here.  Nope, she wasn't hiding that.

   Hips, I can see them from here, then turning around.  More out back than
up front, but pulling up a pair of shorts, she belted those on, and you
don't get any smoke out if you pinch the filter shut with your teeth, and
it's wet now so it won't smoke.  So, I threw it out.

   Standing up, I look back.  At the car, I feel underdressed.  I can do
better than that, I have a brush, so at least spruce up my hair.

   "You smoke." No, jeans skirt, but knee length.

   "Uh!  Where did you get that skirt?"

   "Freindamine made it," she looked down, spread her legs until it pulled
flat.

   "Who?"

   "Oh, Ferrin.  You don't know her, she lives in Fanta Se."

   "Oh." I nodded, "Out of a pair of jeans?"

   "Yeah, you cut this panel." Like a pizza slice, "Out of the legs."

   "Legs?"

   "Yeah, there's one in back?" She turned around, showed me.

   "Wow, I want one."

   "Your mom got a serger?"

   I shook my head.

   "Well, it works better, with a serger."

   "Huh!"

   'don't think I could pull off the pockets anyway.' She mutters to
herself, but I think they're the other half of the pantlegs.  Or were, when
it was a pair of jeans.  "The great thing is pockets!" She put her hands
in, raised her eyebrows.  "So, I don't need a purse."

   "Vest." She nodded, "Headphones." Tucked in 1 pocket.  Like the first
time she didn't have them, hanging around her neck, I went and talked to
her.  Barely recognized her, not like a new girl, but.  Where do I
recognize her from?  Just kicking back on the side.  Watching the show, but
not the boys.  Why did I never see it before?  "So, what was with the
halloween costume?"

   "Well, I only really get dressed up for special occasions.  An all male
Burlesque, I thought it was a good enough reason." She nodded.

   "Yeahah!  Wish I thought to dress up." Would've worn worse shoes.  She
cuts through, yards, woods, it's not really my neighborhood, but I don't.
Except to smoke.  "Where we going?" Her neighborhood.

   She picked her nose.  "Huh?" Pulled it out.

   "Ewh!" Shook it off, and wiped her pinky on her skirt.

   "Sorry, uh." She thought, shook her head, grinned.  "I didn't have the
pink girl jacket, or I would've gone for Rizzo."

   "Yeah, but you'd have to cut your hair."

   "You like it?" She just reached back, and felt down the pontytail at her
crown.  Doesn't she usually braid it?  Same place, but just tonight, she
straigtened it out, and tied it up loose.  Like a ponytail, and bangs.  She
didn't used to have bangs, neither.

   "Yeah, you flat-ironed it?" Brown, usually waves.

   "Yeah." She picks her nose!?  She's gonna have to wash her hands, before
she touches me.

   "Your family home?"

   "What's with your parents, anyway?" I thought they're cool!?

   "Well, I don't know."

   "You don't want me to meet them?" I'd seen her, knew her name, I think
Weirdo is the most common answer.  Survey says?  "How could I not tell, I
mean aren't you supposed to notice?" And when did I start talking out loud?

   "Hah, yeah.  I ah just avoid people."

   "Yeah, you're always in the background, listening to music."

   "I guess I haven't really been approachable."

   "Yeah, but it's not like you had your face in a book.  You do music?"

   "I'm not very good at it.  It's supposed to run in my family, but
apparently all I got was the appreciation, and the soundtrack." She
pointed, tapped her head.

   "What's that like?" I took her hand.  The clean one!

   "Well, if I just listen to a track enough times, I can play it, in my
head."

   "So that's why you listen to music all the time?"

   "Well, not all the time."

   "Yeah, all the time.  You used to do it in class, instead of the
reading."

   "No, I listened while I was reading." Or humming to herself.  "I've got
a multitrack mind."

   "Like a one track mind," I shook my head, "But the opposite?"

   "Yeah, I actually have trouble concentrating on one thing, so when I'm
not using it for something else," she looked back, "I can put something on,
to go with my mood."

   "Like what?" Okay, kinda crazy.  Didn't just hear it from her.

   "Well, right now, I'm thinking Portishead." Cool, though!

   "They did that Roads song?"

   "Yeah, but on the same album, Dummy.  That's the name of the album, but
the last track is Glory Box." I never heard it, but I nodded.

   "Give me a reason, to love you." She sings.

   "Give me a reason to beeEEI!" Her voice cracked.

   "A woman." She took a breath.

   "Just want tobe, a woman."

   She sings to me.

   Molinja (ff...)

   So, checked my underwear back there.  Definitely a good idea to change
them after the sniff test: Fail!

   Throw in a splash and wipe.  Wash my hands again real good after that,
and pull them on.

   Panties, not shorts.

   "Wanna head back to the gym?"

   "Nah, I wanna see your place."

   "Well, it's right by there, we can cut through the school or the park."

   "I'd rather skip the school," she giggled, "If it's all the same to
you."

   "You don't like school?"

   "I don't know, I can hack it.  I don't really like people."

   "Oh."

   "Too many of them, they just get so loud, and confusing, I can't keep
track of what everyone's saying."

   "I thought you could multitrack."

   "Yeah, but up to my limit.  I can only follow about 2, maybe 3
conversations at once."

   "Like reading, and listening to music." I nodded, "Or humming."

   "Or talking, and listening at the same time.  But I don't, well talk
over you.  We timeshare, but I'm thinking while I'm talking, or listening."

   "Huh, weird."

   "Yeahbut."

   "I mean cool weird."

   "Yeah, like there's all kinds of weird."

   "But I like, your." She shakes her head, and grinned, "You're my kinda
weird."

   "Good," I let go, "I'm glad." Just to feel behind her waist, and hold
onto her hip.  She can hold onto my shoulder, and now I can feel her arm on
my back.  The deep V down to her elbow, and back up, by her side, brushing
her thigh with my hip.

   "Huh, sensible shoes." I can kind of rest my cheek on her shoulder, and
my jaw on her breast.  If I lean over.

   "Hh, want to take a break?"

   I can't even hear the party.  Somewhere in the woods, by the park. 
Haven't made it there, yet.

   "Yeah," she sat down, and took her purse off.  Leaned back against a
tree, aspen I think, a lot of them around there.  So, I turned around, and
sat back.  Against her, in her arms.  "Huh!"

   "Snh!"

   "Hhihin!" She sniffed my hair.

   "Huh!" Right by my ear, it was loud.  I just put my head back.  She
kissed my bangs, out of the way with her nose, and kissed my forehead.

   "Mh!" She turned, "SPbT!"

   "Hair?"

   I felt her shake her head.

   "Mwuh!" Wipe her mouth, "Makeup, uh!" Above me.

   "Sorry," didn't get my forehead.

   "You don't wear makeup?" I shook my head.  "Special occasion." She
hugged my shoulders, and felt my arms.  Comfortable.  No bone against bone
anywhere, I can feel, just her thighgs wrapped loosly around my hips, and
buttocks.

   "Yeah, I can.  I'm just usually too lazy to go to the trouble." It takes
me a while to get it right.

   Shrugging against her bra, though.  I did it slowly, gently.  Again, the
second time.  Even with the teeshirt, and vest in between, I liked the
feeling of that.  Well, satin back, but 2 layers.  "Mh."

   I pulled it open, from the top snap, and felt down to the pockets.

   "You want to hear some music?" My Zune, and the coil around the jack. 
Didn't put the phones up, just around my neck.

   "Yeah."

   "Let's see," still kind of in a trip-hoppy kind of mood, so just put on
[Bloodsport.]

   "Hm," she picked up the beat.  "Thought you said it's not dancy."

   "Most of it.  There's some exceptions." Don't stop that!

   Just her shoulders, and hips, but that's plenty, thank you.  There's the
stuff I thought about, and then there's all the wonderful things I never
had.

   One of the first tracks, alphabetically.  First screen, anyway. 
Favorite enough to be on by track.  Easily one of the best on the album.

   "You want to dance?"

   "Ironically, I have no rhythm."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, great pitch, but apparently not hooked up to my coordination.  I
can barely hold a beat." Why I'm not a musician.  "When I dance, they turn
off the strobes, and offer to call me an ambulance."

   "Hah!" Yeah, funny till it happens to you.  "Huh!"

   "You do." Good, I'd much rather feel it, than watch it.  "You can dance
for me, any time."

   [Blutengel - Cry Little Sister (G Mac cover)]

   "Uh!" o7.  Not too bad, decide not to skip it.

   "Yeah, not to this."

   "Yeah," flip it back up to my palm.  "I can change it." by the chord,
pinched between my fingers, and wrapped once around my thumb.  To hang/onto
it, so I don't have to look.  Unless I want to pick something:

   "Uh." Work the box of buttons real quick.  [Artist

   Anthrax

   Aphex Twin V| Jello Biafra V

   Al Jourgensen > Lard ^...Dead Kennedys >

   <Albums

   Frankenchrist V

   Frankenstien Girls...>

   Backmask, Bitches, Boomin.

   Let it hang, look up.

   "Hmhihn!" Oh yes, giggle again.  "What's this?"

   "MSI." Shrug, slowly, gently.

   I like this.

   ;

   Joey (ff Slow.  Sorry.  Romantic?)

   Okay, she fits.  I mean perfectly, she sits, she fits, and I love that.
Felt her shoulderblades, and they felt back?  She put on some dancier
music, but.  "Uhahaha!" That's fun!  I sat with boys like this, but not in
the back.  I guess that makes it the guy's position, normally, but.  "Huh!"
God it's fun!

   She's fun, and cool.  Always cool, don't forget that.  I feel cooler
with her, to be seen with her, I feel like such a fashion dork for hanging
out with the pretty flock, when I really should be with the thinkers, and
artists, and shit.'

   "Yeah." She nodded, I wanted to kiss her ear, but it was way down there.

   She shrugged, but one shoulder, then the other, slow so she can feel it
roll, and squeeze.  Gently, not back into me, but up, then the other.

   "Hhuh!" Yeah, I can move, and felt back.  It's kind of like dancing, but
has nothing to do with the beat.  Not too loud, pointed away from me, up in
the trees.  Or branches, I guess, is that the moon coming up?  Out there.
"Yeah," Just taking a breath.  "It's a nice night."

   The hairs stick out on my arms, and my fingers tingle.  On her knees,
feel them, a little rough patch on the side.  Of her kneecap under there.
"You shaved for this?"

   "Yeah.  You like body hair?" I shrugged.  "Ooh." Yeah.  We didn't even
talk about, what we're doing.  Just enjoyed it.  Wish I'd worn a skirt, but
I can take her home, change.

   "Hhuhuh?"

   "You cold?"

   "No," I feel, "Fine?"

   "Yeah, I'm getting cold, you need to swing by your place?"

   "Oh, you can come down."

   "Pardon?"

   "Downstairs.  I have like the basement." I guess it's supposed to be the
den, but.  "I can throw a party down there."

   "Oh," She grinned.  "Cool!"

   So, I took her hand, but I like this, taking turns.  Leading, sometimes
neither of us, but not competing for it.  Oh no, you don't want to compete
with a guy, but.  "Hm?"

   She squeezed my hand.  "This is nice."

   "Yeah." We don't have to.  Sometimes, nobody leads.

   ;

   Molinja (ff...)

   Her family is White!  I mean White American Cheese white, on white, with
maybe a schmear of mayo.  She dresses like that, because her parents buy
her clothes, or her sister's.  Turns out she's actually a year or 2 out of
date, because hand-me-downs.  Great.  I mean look fantastic on her, it's
her friends that made fun of her.  Made fun.

   She's off to college, but has her old room, it's literally down,
underground.  Her window's a step up from the ground, but really that's it.
Split-level basement, actually low enough on that end for a window height
level.

   Right next to her bed.  I mean aside, but she kicked her shoes off,
dropped them, then stepped out, onto her bed.  In socks.

   So, I sat down, and started on the top eyelet of my Chuck Taylors. 
Pretty new, haven't even drawn on them much, except to make the panels
around the stars pink, with red ballpoint.

   "They don't come down here?"

   "I end up doing all the laundry, but other than the kitchen, it's like
my own place."

   Someone ran over, someone else chasing, sounded like boys.  "Big
family."

   "5 kids.  Down to 4."

   "3 bedroom?" She has a couch, and a TV, VCR|DVD on top, and a
Playstation.  Also does CDs, massive speakers on the TV.  Red/White and
Yellow RCA jacks in the back.

   "Well, 4 now." No kitchen.  Laundry room instead.  Bathroom, bath-tub
and shower bathroom.

   Nice, real fucking nice.  Don't even have to meet the family.

   [Bjork - All is Full of Love.]

   Drop down, she's got a bedside dresser, or half of one.  Lamp on it,
clamp around the neck, and turn them out.

   "No, stand up." That's better.  I don't have heels, or that much.  Maybe
my biker boots are an inch, and a half, but, I wouldn't even know how to
walk in those.  Ankle-boots, zipped down the inside, but, I don't have to
lean up as much.

   "That's better."

   I love it when she kisses me.  Sometimes picks up on a hint quicker, but
get her tongue first, then turn over.  To the other side, let her tongue
feel mine, then roll around the side.  "Slth!"

   "Hihihihn!" Wipe my grin, we have a kiss.

   "Now, lay down."

   "Okay," I always wanted to try this.  You know, how girls are shaped. 
Between our legs?  Yeah.  She's got a couple years development on me.  Nice
enough to zip down both sides of her pants.  "Huh!" Instead of pockets,
shrug.

   [Bjork - Violently Happy]

   "Yeah," about right.  "Huh!" nice underwear.

   "Want my shirt off?" I nodded.  I don't think I could do this, back at
home.  And she's got plenty of room.

   Wish I could play the video.  Or take a screencap from it.  I know just
the frame.

   Doesn't look much like Bjork, she kicks off her panties, and stops at
her bra.

   "God, you're beautiful." Not the only girl I fantasized about naked,
but.

   "Then get down here!"

   Neatly trimmed, I finished twisting, and tucked the end in the bun, at
the top of my head.  I don't know, the crown, where the cowlick spirals out
from.  Widdershins, got it out of the way.  Glad I shaved, my legs.

   "Huh!  Snhhhh!" Smell her first.

   Just like a diamond, but thinning out on top, to several peaks, but the
tallest pointing up, from the center.  At her navel, so feel those first
with my fingertips, my nails.  Up side down, never tried it at this angle,
but I rolled my tongue around my middle finger, and pinched it around with
my other 2 fingers.  "Smwp!" Can see a lot better from here!

   "Hh, you have nails."

   "Not on this hand," I scratched her pubes, watched her face.

   "Ngh!"

   Well, I don't know if it's true, Nerds think about it all the time. 
I've thought about it, a while.

   "Hihn!" She nodded, and twisted.  Hips, and shoulders, together, then
apart, side to side.  I rubbed my fingertips back up, wet them again, then
"Smwp!" Turned my hand over, to touch her the other way.

   "Uh," Stuck my left arm under her leg, and put it up.  Reached around
her thigh to scratch her pubes back up.  "I'm glad you didn't shave it
all."

   "Mh hm!" She didn't even open her eyes, just nodded.  Her too.  Maybe I
can lean down far enough.  Nice inner lips.  They're lips, that's what
Labia mean.  Protrude enough to pinch around my finger, and split apart. 
Flatten, spread to pull her clit hood tight.  "Yeahl.  Lh!"

   "HhhhhhHhH!" Got a little shiver toward the end.

   Good thing I thought about what I'd do, if I ever got her naked.

   [Bjork - Pagan Poetry(Video Edit;)]

   Jolene (ff...)

   Yeah, I love her tongue.  No stud or nothing, though maybe.  I hadn't
thought, that's why?  Maybe farther back for boys, but.  "You've done that
before!" Nobody gets it that right, the first time.

   "Fast learner.  Really nice, vulva." Oh, say that word again.  "To work
with."

   "You know how she rolled her tongue, kissing?  Sucked both sides of my
tongue that way.

   "Yeah." That.  "Oh, yeah!" I like that.

   That girl she got to sing, really could moan.

   "OHHHHH!" But those headphone, look like you can land a plane with them,
but not that loud!  "NYHHHHH?" Fingertip, "HIHhHhHIhn!" Just so excited, I
can just hold my heels, dug into the blankets.  Down, as apart as they'le
go.  "Hahn!" She goes so slow, I don't even know when she's all the way
inside me, then they slip up, she laps me flat, and slips her fingertips
back down again.

   "Snhhhh!" Hold my breath.

   "Relax," I can't, I'm just too excited, and it's not helping, her
breath, and voice.  It's not like a deep voice, but she goes lower, to keep
it down, instead of a whisper, and I think I feel a little, dry off my
pubes, and oh thank god I left her my pubes.  I'm never shaving them again,
I'm sold "Inhmhn!" Ir something.  Now I can relax, and just feel her
finger. Fingertips slipping up, the freshly lapped flesh, and she feels
down inside me.

   "Heah."

   "Yeah," and I mean feels, grinning, and her eyes look back.  But feeling
around with her fingertip.

   I've done it too, I'm just used to my finger, bending the other way, and
the nail on that side.

   "SMwLwv!"

   "Hahn!"

   "Lilith."

   "Hihinyeahahah!" That has to be the most lesbian name in history.  She
said it, and it tingled all the way up to my scalp, did a few laps around
my nipples and bra cups on the way back.

   Dear god, I pray I can ever do that to another girl.  She's a natural, I
guess.  Born talented at the sapphic arts, or she's been doing it, like, 10
years, or something.  Plus, I can't fold my tongue like that.

   "Gahd!" Yeah, towards the end she was just wiggling her tongue.  Around
me, and not even fucking me all that much, but I clamped and sucked at that
finger.  You bet, her fingers folded back to bump, and rub between my
thighs, against me?

   You betcha!

   "Hih hihn hihn!  Stahp, stop.  HhuUHh!" My abs cramped.  Like I did too
many crunches.  I did 1.  And just locked up like that, while the fold in
the middle tried to flatten itself even tighter.  "Ngh!" I had to stretch
out, on my face to pull it out.  And relax, try to catch my breath.  "Huh,
fuck you learn to fuck like that?" I giggled, "You do so have rythm!" She
kept up with the music.

   "Well yeah, but not with my whole body." She sat up, pondered.  So, I
rolled and scooted back.  To the pillow end.  "Uh, it's more like timing.
Instead of trying to keep up with the music, you just wait for the right
moment, and change with it."

   "So it's slower than dancing." She did, definitely make love, with
music.

   "Yeah, if you know the time-changes." Finished unbuttoning the vest.

   "Trans missions from;"

   "Uran'is," she nodded.  Let her shirt pop back, "I have this." Turned
back to her little, tune, stick, pod, thingy.  Red.  "Hanzel und Gretyl."
She nodded.

   "Hansel and Gretyl?" She said it so, German?  Or Russian?

   "I warn you, they're a little weird." Okay, spelled with a Z, and und.
I'm guessing she means a little weird for her.

   [Trance Planet Vortex]

   I listened, nodded along.  "Yeah, sounds kinda trippy."

   "Actually pretty popular in the dance clubs, in the 90s."

   "Really electronic, techno?"

   "Every track's different, this one's one of their more Techno albums. 
Yeah."

   "Tribal?" The vocals so far.

   "Opposition, opposition, opposition, of the planets!"

   She shook her head, "They're kind of on the heavier end of industrial
metal."

   Those headphones got pretty loud!

   "Here," I reached out, and pulled back a foot.  "Ahahn!" She covered her
mouth, "Hihihihn!"

   "You ticklish?" She grinned.

   "That doesn't tickle." Closed her eyes, "Hn, there."

   I rubbed the rough callous, under her thumb.  Toe, like the other side
from her biggest knuckle.

   "You like feet?"

   "I like all of you, you want to take, something else off?"

   "Yeah, sorry." She pulled her teeshirt off, just unhooked her bra.  In
front.

   "God, they don't even sag?" Not like perky, but almost cones on top, and
domes on the bottom, and.

   "You like them?"

   "Yeah, they're real nice." I feel them, but she leaned way over.  To
pull out my bra, I felt it tighten, then hang out, unhooked.  So I took it
off.

   Her's feel familiar, but from the wrong angle.  I remember when mine
were like that.  Big fat dark nipples.  "Lay down."

   "Oh," she turned, "Okay?" Put her elbow down.

   "Yeah, stay up, on your side." I just scooted down, on my shoulder. 
Brought my pillow, and gently squeezed out her bottom nipple.  "SMQ!"

   I'm definitely bisexual, and very very oral.  She unbuttoned her skirt,
and I mean button fly.  Unbuckled her belt, too.  Kinda boyish girly.  Not
even tomboyish, like her skirt.  So proud of her pockets!  But she wore
panties.  Didn't know she had any, saw her drop a pair of black and white
plaid undershorts when she mooned me.

   She's not skinny.  Not fat either, I don't have to push it out of the
way, but enough to wrincle, like a smile, and an innie.  Pick her leg up,
with my knee, and pull them out.  Yup, downright wooly, but run my finger
through there, and scratched through them real good.

   "Hhuph!" Almost like a horse, I guess, but her nipple slipped out, so I
had to hold it up again, and a little drool ran down to my thumb.  "LslpB!"
I slipped my fingers down, and pressed her lips, feeling them back.  Yup,
all 4.  Not like a sandwitch, not meaty meaty, but enough to stick out. 
Enough to feel it.  Flappy, I can maybe pinch them out with my fingertips.
Definitely more than a little damp, slippery, and dip a little out with my
fingertip.

   "Snh!"

   "Mh," I held it over her lip.  Wiped it under her nose real good.

   That smell, real bonafide lesbian, her smell.  She's turned on, but you
can always turn her up more.

   "I've done this before too.  Slthrh, slslqp!" Love, lovely loverly
nipples.  "Mh, pB!" Sit up, and get the other one, follow her down, and
slip my fingertip back through her.

   "HhuhH!" Geep shuddering breaths.  Hot chest, enough to feel the warmth.
Her breast slipping almost between mine.  Pinching out her other nipple to
slip in my lips, suck it through until the tip swells out, then roll my
lips in, over my teeth.

   "B!"

   "Uhn!" Just slowly pick up the pace, slipping my fingers up and down, in
between, and outside, in her panties warming up on her nuckles, then
sucking it in like a hicky, and really finger her quick.

   "Mh, fuckmhIH!" Just my fingertip, but I had to swirl it in.  Twist, and
wiggle a little, but this is the angle I'm used to.  So, I can palm her
bush, and roll them up through it, my finger slipping in, while the rest
slip back, outside, to her butt.

   Suck quick with my tongue, so it pulses in my lips, and pull almost out
to slap her.  Gently, then faster, and harder, until it starts splatting
and splashing my fingers, and her panties start sticking to the backs of
them.

   "HuhuhUhUh Huh!" She shook, "Ngh, yeah!" Grunted, and just let go.  I
just shook my finger around inside her until she started panting, and
pulled it out.  Held it up to her mouth, to suck greedily, then licked my
fingers off to taste it too.

   I'm attracted to boys, I even let them fuck me sometimes, but girls? 
Well, we're really a lot more fun.

   "So, who you been with?"

   "Huh, I called her my auntie Ana." Not like Anna, but more like Auna. 
"Really more of a friend of the family, but when I was younger."

   "She's a lesbian?"

   "Pedophile," She shook her head, "like miss Ratzinger?"

   "She molested you." Too.

   "Yeah, but just touchy feely, after class." Through our clothes, like
me. She shrugged, "I hit puberty.  How about you?"

   "Yeah, me too.  That's why I decided to be bisexual.  But, you know,
straight girls?" She shrugged, "Well, aren't you a little bi-curious?  How
do you know, if you never tried it?"

   "Hihihn!" She nodded, "Yeah, and Boys?"

   "Not much.  A couple.  I think I'll wait until I'm older, and they're a
little more mature."

   "Good guys?"

   "Well, yeah.  I guess.  Nice guys?  Not like nice guys finish last nice
guys, but not assholes.  Smart guys, they could hold a conversation, and
not just talk about sex, but yeah.  I got lucky a couple times."

   "Nothing serious."

   "Oh no.  Like I said, immature.  I mean, mature for their age, but
still. High school boys."

   "No men?"

   I wrinkled my nose, "No, the men that like me seem to always be too
creepy.  And unattractive."

   "Sounds like all of them to me," She sat up, "Huh!  That was great, but
you think I could use your bathtub?"

   "Yeah," I lay back.  She took her head phones off the lamp, and her
music player.  Thing.

   "Huh!" That was great!  Maybe when she comes back, and I take a shower,
we can cuddle for a while.  I wonder if she snores?

   ;

   Molinja (FC Preg Tent Cybe Birth.)

   "Uh!" I felt pregnant.  We went away, for the weekend, to be alone.  If
anyone overheard me talking to it, like half a phone conversation, without
the phone, they'd think I was talking to myself.  But mostly so they didn't
see me, eating a steady diet of quartz, and rust ground up in a steel
mortar, and pestle, then mixed in warm parraffin wax.  Not to mention going
through the stages of pregnancy.

   In a weekend.

   Well, not the breast growth.  I can do that, secrete hormones in
addition to the 6th sense that allows me to taste recessives.  For
breeding, generations of breeding, I want to avoid the defect that could
spoil the genetic line.  Which allows twincest, the problem with siblings
breeding is it tends to reinforce those recessives, which is why I needed
siblings that don't have them.

   "Uh huh?"

   So, now you can do that too.

   "I'm just not comfortable.  Being possessed." Because of Her.

   "It's just weird.  Huh!  Thanks for the memories." Of sentimental verse,
and nothing in your purse?

   "Bob Hope?" Sinatra.  "Least it wasn't Fallout Boy."

   Big thumbs up!

   "Hihihn!  It's just weird, that night." Yet to come, the PoV of both
your future self, possessed by Basiates, and the memory of mortal Ashe
White.

   "Yeah."

   Ready to go?

   "Yeah." At least it doesn't take 9 months.  "Ngh!  That's my." Cervix,
yes.  "HhHhH!" Just finger yourself to relax.  "Can't you?" No, I'm wholey
concentrated in the substrate.  We can only directly communicate, because
you're designed to imprint on your young.

   "The Morion.  NGUH!"

   Yes.

   "The fuck is that?  Ngh!  Rings?"

   Yes.

   "Feels like giving birth to a fucking accordion!"

   I appologize, I should have formed them afterwards.

   "NGH!  Huh!  Nhoh, hauhH!" It feels good?

   "AUGH!  Nhm?"

   One more.  Then I can finish withdrawing, to the outside.

   "Nh, stay.  Please.  NHM!  Yeah, just work my clit likenhaAHN!"

   Climaxing?

   "Just fuck me." Okay.  "Nh, mnh, neah, heahfaster, fastrgh,HRAUGH! 
HinNnNnNnH!"

   There.

   "Ugh!  Huh!  Huh!  heaugh!"

   "I'll have to talk vocally now."

   "Hihn!  You look like a giant Sperm!"

   "Convenient for the egress, but I can assume any form, now.  See?"
BloolB!

   "Hehaha!  So that's how you did it?"

   "Yes.  As soon as the plates made it through."

   "What are those for?"

   "Articulation, mostly.  Gives me more physical capability than a slug,
and make the tail more useful."

   "Now what?"

   "I can leave, let me inflate to lighter-than air, and I can just fly
off."

   "No don't.  Not just yet."

   "You don't, think you love me."

   "No, but I sure like having an intelligent sex toy!"

   "Yes.  It is new for me as well."

   ;

   Radulling

   It hit the news, "I have to go." Form aluminum rotors, and liberate
hydrogens, polymerizing to longer denser chains.  Falling forward,
extrapolating take-off path, black cheetah.

   There's no reasonable explanation for a high subsonic takeoff.  Miles, I
have to get there Now.  She's rampaging, toward downtown, but Falling Down.
Male host, SWAT across the front and back of his armor, not even trying to
hide the super-human reactions.  Dodging semi-automatic gunfire, right out
on the streets, every video I could find and review while she was still
exposed.

   Hit seventy on the ramp, before it curved around to the overpass. 
Moving too fast to really make out, but secondary videos coming up.  In
realtime, Youtube, mostly, and Social Media, but kind of overshadowed by
the Cyberzerker, on a rampage downtown.

   Puff out to lighter than air, continuing the momentum over the Jersey
barrier, and spread out.  In wings, spinning up the intermeshing
counter-rotating turbines to stir up the hydrogen, and open a port in the
trailing edge between the wings.

   "PHPWH!" Out the underside of my wings, collapsing upward against the
upper surface, external combustion flared out an instant, moving me
forward.

   "PHSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" The turbines spun up, sucking in air behind the
wings, compressing it between them, then spinning it out, under the wings.
I could, very easily tuck in to a more acute A up to the sound barrier, but
I get the realtime feed from the helicopter.  Broadcast video, live,
circling around a warehouse.

   Gunshots, flashing through windows in the corner.  Around the eaves,
tucked up horizontally around the perimeter.

   "KSH!" Picked up some glass, and flared up to stall.  Upright almost to
the wall, but some surface effect to cushion my stop.

   SSSShhhhnnnn...  Spun down, recovering the energy, and recycling the
vanes.  Now, where is she?

   "Hh?"

   I'm hanging in the shadow, a black Heart, blowing oblate.

   Room full of bodies, and; "CHPHPHPHPHPH1!"

   Moving, and firing.  Submacinegun, 9mmm.

   "Huh," caught them, and extruded pseudo-podae to nudge, then forcefully
swing them around, back down, and out.  Still spinning, supersonic when
they slammed through the near sea-level air.

   Unfortunately, momentum.  Seriously slowed me down, falling back,
flattening my arms to wings, and rotor up, tilting forward, and following
her to the corner.  She jumps, kicks, and stomps the wall, then comes at me
with a kukri, and a tactical sheath knife.  Tanto-tip, half back
serrations.

   "Huh!" She slashes a flattened tendril, which just wraps around, and
lets go before I catch her hand.

   Burnout overclocking.  If he survives this, that guy won't have a mind
to keep up with me like that.

   But, the other side swung over, between the break in the other two, and
slashed, going limp, and wrapping her calf.  So, I just shot all of my mass
to that end, sucking in the other 3, and following through with that, lower
center of rotation.

   And a lot of momentum.

   Concrete.

   Standing up on the counter-coiled tapered conductors, turning them
in-side out to retract the pointed tips, and centergize it as the mass
shifted, prolapsed down, turning inside-out.

   d!b

   Discharged upward into the structural aluminum I-beam, directly
overhead, and likely shorted electronics out a good kilomiter from the
steel framed building.  With an antenna like a communication device, or a
sensor pointed at it, like a chip-level digital camera.  It went dark,
semi-flattening as the shockwave propogated out in a torus.

   Collapsing downward, in a flattened coil.

   Sank down, spreading.  Out to a blue tarp surface, dissolving the body,
but keeping the fluids in roughly human form.  The rounded ends of the
conical conductors pulling through, and down the legs, and lashing out
through the arms.  Crossed in the middle.

   Human, homeless, too nondescript and androgynous to even guess.

   Correctly.

   "Pat," curl up frightened of the sounds from police breaking in,
yelling, seeing all the bodies.

   "Over here!"

   "We have a survivor!"

   A witness, but.  Yeah, whatever you say, buddy.  Decapitated bodies
floating with lightning coming out of their necks, swordfights in midtown
Manhattan kinda stories.  Some sort of drone?

   Good, all the neuronano came back wiped, down to 0, so shift to -1/1s,
and integrate into my available networks.

   There are other Amanda Hunts...

   Detach from the tarp before those footsteps get here.

   "Are you all right?"

   "I heard them coming, so I covered up." Parking lot lights shining
through bullet holes, and still settling dust.

   "Did you hear anything?"

   "Hey, that's my tarp!"

   "Well, you're trespassing."

   "Right," hold up my hands, "Take me in, did I miss dinner?"

   "You didn't see anything?"

   "I heard a lot.  Of gunfire, and a crash.  I didn't dare peek out."
Notice the shoe print in the steel wall behind me?  No, good.  Good luck
with the crime-scene guys.  How long can they hold me, 72 hours?

   ;

   Mister Eager (GBmM Gang Bang Clas)

   Don't ask how they got the classroom, all to ourselves.  It's a real
classroom, in a real school, closed for the day, and we're not even
supposed to be there.  Much less staging an orgy, or really a series of
gangbangs switching the subject when they get satisfied, or tired.

   Regardless, what school kids haven't had these fantasies?  For the hot
teacher, or their classmates.  Watching as I'm ordered up to the front of
the class, singled out, ashamed, stripped, and fondled, then fucked into
submission by my peers?

   Just me?  No, I doubt it was just me, and I'm just going with the number
of kids willing to act them out with me to support my theory.  If not every
student, then enough, almost 25 of us.  But somebody has to play the
teacher.

   "All right, class." I wrote down Sex Ed on the board, "My name is Mr. 
Edwards, and I'll be subbing today." I hope.  Not really much of a plan
beyond that.  A gangbang, for each of us, that want it.  If not, you're
welcome to join in, and/or watch, but as for me?  I'll take that gangbang,
thank you.  "Mhrm!" I cleared my throat.

   "Now, I don't know what was already covered, but I prefer a more, hands
on approach to learning.  So first, who here has had sex?" They looked
around, "Any kind of sex, with someone else?  Hand jobs, blow jobs, finger
bangs, don't be shy."

   Yes, all of them.  I knew that, no virgins here, and the ones that were
when they joined our little club ceased to be as soon as was practical. 
Without getting caught, extracurricular club, but secret.  Because it's
illegal, I got the teaching position as much for being over 18 as my
oratary skills, and that means I'm probably responsible.  Legally, since
everyone else is underage.

   And looking over the assemblage, not even close to the same range as one
might expect from a high school class.  Some mature and relatively
developed 5th, and 6th graders in here, sexually precocious, but far beyond
curiosity, nor requiring lessons at this point.  That's not the point, this
is a fantasy.  So, I called them out, in decending order of age.

   "What have you done?"

   She giggled, put down her hand.  "A threesome."

   "2 Boys, or 2 girls."

   She shook her head, "3 girls, but for my boyfriend.  He got to watch,
the video, later."

   Ooh, "Good one!  Who's next?  Holly." This is good foreplay, talking
about sex, and getting ideas, not to mention some leadup for the video
cameras.  I guess you could even call it childporn, there's technically
children here, of all ages down to about 8 or 9.  However, there's plenty
of people who pay a lot of money to see it, especially video, and an extra
special premium for a classroom orgy of schoolkids.

   I just thought it would be nice, "Mhm?" if they introduced themselves,
somewhat.  They agreed, bragging about their sexploits, giggling, and
whispering to eachother, the whole room getting turned on.  So, I sat on
the corner of the desk.  Pointed, "John." Aliases, all of them.  Some more
creative than others.

   "I'm bisexual." We all are, "But I really like to be fucked.  By a man."
He looked, right at me, seriously.  Meaningfully, I knew that, of course.
But he obviously, explicitly ment me.  Me too, though I don't really care
especially who's doing the fucking, I'd rather switch out every once in a
while.  However, "Would you like to show, the rest of the class?" I hadn't,
with him, yet.

   "Pay attention, but if any of you find your clothes too hot, or
confining, we can suspend the dress code for the purpose of this lesson. 
Now, drop your pants, John."

   "Yes, mister Edwards." Already hard, and young, with a nice ginger fuzz
around it, and his balls hanging beneath.

   "Now, this is advanced, so a demonstration should be in order, before
you try this yourselves.  First of all." I spread his cheeks, "Bend over,
right there on the desk is fine, but give the class a good look.  This is
an asshole, not a vagina.  There's several differences, but most notably,
it doesn't self lubricate, so you'll have to add something, to avoid
irritation."

   I worked up some spit, in my mouth, before sticking out my tongue, and
letting it drool out.  Dripping in his crack, and "Uhn!" His pucker
spasming.

   "Also note, how reactive it is?" I rubbed it in.  "He reacts to
stimulus, which you can see, and feel with his anus.

   "Hihnihn!" Giggles all around.

   "However, like a vagina, you can't just stick it in."

   "Nh!  Huh, yeah.  Hrnt!" He held his breath, but I just wiggled the tip
of my pinky in a little deeper, and.  "Uh?" Slipped it out.

   "You have to prepare it first, to loosen up, and it becomes more
sensitive." I felt down his fuzzy hanging balls.  "If a male receiver, he
may lose his erection.  Like this." I pulled it out, and let it dangle. 
"PTOH!"

   "Ughn!" He spasmed, and relaxed.

   "There's no such thing as too much lube, so I'm going to need some
assitants."

   "Oh ooh!"

   "Whoever wants to, can come up for a closer look, and "PTOH!"

   "Ahun!" He nodded, his head hanging off the desk, over the chair.

   "Add more lube as nedded."

   "KARL!"

   "No touching, yet."

   "PTOH!"

   "Good one!" It ran down his balls.  "This it just to get him ready" for
the gangbang, "and everyone still needs to see.  What's happening, as he
gets arounsed?"

   "Hihn!  He's getting real red."

   "Yeah, and it's starting to stick out?"

   "Relax, and fill with blood." I nodded, "Just like any sexual organ, but
he's also getting looser." I swirled my fingertip around.  "Isn't that
right?"

   "Yeah."

   "Next?"

   "PTOH!  PTOTOTOH!" Three of them, bent over, and spitting as fast as
they can, then moving, stepping asside for more to walk up, bend over, and
"HAWK!  SPTHO!"

   I rubbed it in, as quickly as possible, but it still ran down.

   "Hehe's getting hard, too!"

   "Good." me too.  "Also, you can get your fingers wet." I reached back,
felt his face, and turned him.  "Suck my fingers."

   "MPH!"

   "Yeah, suck them, get them good and wet, for your ass."

   "Mhm!  KHULG!" I brushed the back of his throat, and pulled out in time
to cup my hand.  "KHUH!" Catch the splat.

   "See?  Gagging, if he or she likes that, is an effective way to cough
up, the good mucus, from the back of the throat.

   "Ghuk!  Hk!  Spto!"

   "Get it good 'n wet." I held it down for him.

   "Uhn!" Rub my palm in, and slick it up to my fingertips.

   "Always wipe up, or lap it up, if you're going to use your tongue.  So
it drips down, there's really no technique to a rimjob, just lick the
asshole."

   "NH!  HMh!" He relaxed.

   "Now, who here wants to fuck him?"

   "Oh oh!"

   "Have you ever fucked a boy before?"

   "No, but my girlfriend."

   "In the ass?"

   "Yeah."

   "But this is your first boy."

   "Yes."

   "All right, I assume you know how to use a condom, turn around to
demonstrate, but remember, I'll still be watching."

   "NMH!"

   And fingerfucking his ass.  2 now, which I walked, and twisted to wiggle
in deeper, and gently pressed down to the knuckles.

   "Good, don't forget the tip."

   He pinched it out.

   "Note that he is circumcized, the reservoir tip is not just to catch the
ejaculate, but can also somewhat simulate the sensation of a foreskin.  For
those who have lost there's.  Now, go slow.  As slow as you can, and feel
his tension.  Yeah, if he clenches."

   "Nhm!" He forced it deeper.  "Khuh!" Caught it, and wet it on, so more.
"NGH!" Winced.

   "Stop, you may have to back out a little before continuing, but it helps
to start with a small toy, or dick." I stepped around the desk again, "Now,
a lot of guys will try to sell you on the big dick.  Because that's how
they think, size, especially dick size as a metric for sexual prowess. 
Don't You Believe It!"

   I had mine out, for emphasis.

   "In fact, the bigger it is, the more you have to prepare them to accept
it.  Girls too, so compounded by the same dickheads shoving it in as soon
as they see it, and letting them get used to it.  That's the wrong way, and
can be rape, if done brutishly enough.  This is the right way, start small,
slow, gentle, and pay attention to your lover.  Not the action, his
reaction to it, or her's as the case may be.  Good."

   "Hah!"

   "Now, turn over.  Whoever's next, line up on this side of the desk,
where there's condoms.

   I went back around.  To supervise, of course, most of the class stayed
seated, watching, but their hands down, under their desks.  Some tops open,
and fondling.  Themselves, or from behind, one girl in the middle from both
sides, and not watching.  Closing her eyes, flushed red, and tilting her
head up.  Biting her lust plumped lip.  "Mh!" Nodding to herself.

   "Huh!  Let's see how you like it, in the other end." My pants came down,
but I held it up.  Over his face, swinging back and forth for him to
follow, licking his lips.  Willing, wanting it, hungering for a taste, but,
"No, suck my balls first." I teabagged, him.

   "Uh!" one by pulled out, and another one stepped up.  For a poke, maybe
a few strokes, but not enough to get off.  Not yet, there's maybe a dozen
guys here.  All bisexual, all anally accomplished, all aware that coming
early is at least a break, if they want one.  We're just getting started,
but I shift forward.  Popping my teste out of his lips to bounce, and roll
over his chin, and shift forward.  So his nose splits my ass.

   "You know what to do."

   He nodded, and just went to town.  "Hm, yeah." I rubbed his chest, and
scooched around on his smiling lips, his snaking tongue, and his spit
working into my asshole.

   "Hm?" And another, as the last pulled off the dirty rubber, and tossed
it in the trashcan.

   "Hahl, spt!"

   "Uhm!" He took a breath, then raised his face back up, to split me with
his nose, and shake it in real good first.  "MLH!"

   Can't even see whom.  Just dick after dick, small, and large, dipping in
for a few strokes, then popping out with a pleasurable grunt, before the
next.  Shorter, longer, thicker, thinner, not sorted by size, but random.
Dick after dick, fucking him, then another, and another.

   "Huh!"

   And dripping.  Even without hitting his protate, reliably, legs up like
that.  It's a tricky shot, even if you know where to look for it.  It
moves, everything does in there past the pelvis, but it still gets
stimulated.  Directly or not, it can spasm, and tighten all on it's own,
without a full orgasm.  Especially for repeated penetrations.  Squeezing
shut, and spasming, pulling the rectal wall tight, and often stimulating
another drop, before another rubbery one, presses against him, slowly in,
and "Neauuugh!" His head fell back, panting, one of the bigger ones, but he
was ready.  Now.

   Mine's, pretty big.  Probably the biggest, and that little speech wasn't
just for the class.  It's true, and I'm just going to put this out: Having
a huge penis isn't a blessing, it's just more work.  To get it hard, to get
it in, not as sensitive as before it grew out, when I first discovered it
and all the pleasure I can get out of it.  They lied to you about that, me
too, it took years to learn different.  Size does matter, but it's not
always a good thing.  It's not even usually a good thing, and it's really
actually a bad thing when you are just starting.  You have to relax, and
loosen them up for it.

   He's relaxed, loosened up.

   "NHyeahs!" He feels my arms, pulling me in.  Down, over on top of him,
when I'm not even halway through, but he's tight.  Quivering, and still
spasming, from being streteched further, "So, nh?"

   "Ah!"

   "Hh, this.  This is the proper stroke."

   "Nh!" He actually put his hand up to his forehead, "Neah, auh!"

   "It hurts?"

   "Nh, no!" Can barely shake his head, "Ahn!  Yeah, it feels.  So good,
UHN!"

   "At first, just gently, move your hips, you see?  Not in and out, but
pressing.  Gently, a little deeper each time, but not fucking him.  Yet."

   "Nhhgh!"

   "Then, when you're in a full stroke, stop.  Relax, let him relax, and
get used to the full penetration."

   "HhuhH!" He takes another ragged breath, which I silence, turning to
hold my mouth over his.  "HSN!" Through his nose, on my cheek.  I have to
hold his head up, hanging off the desk, then let it go.  Hang back.

   "Now."

   "NGH!"

   "Slowly pull out."

   "GHNeah?" He pants.  "Gahd!"

   "You don't have to go in stages, that's for penetration.  Especially the
first penetration, but once I'm about halfway out, this is when I like to
resume that rhythm."

   "NGhnh nh!"

   "Slowly, gently, shallow thrust back in, deeper until I'm all the way
in, then, you can try this." I rubbed his balls, up and down on his pubes.
Slowly, gently, less not to crush them between us than so he can feel me.
Swinging down, then back up, like a lever on the fulcrum of his coxxyx.

   "Nngah!"

   "Try many things, gently, see what they like.  You like that."

   "Nh hngah!" Faster, harder, until I'm bouncing deep within him like a
dropped teeter totter.  "UH!"

   "Huh!" I pulled out, before I finished.  I like the, sensation too. 
Especially the swinging, rubber slipping up, and down, as it bounces in his
bowel, but it was his face, the obvious pleasure in it that almost got me,
and I don't want to spend it so soon.

   That was a gangbang.

   But just the first one...

   "Now, huh!" I kicked off my shoes, and dropped my pants to the floor. 
"Who wants to show me what they learned?" I bent over the desk, knowing
this would help with my impending orgasm.

   "SPTOH!" Nh!  "SPTOPHOTOH!" Splatting like big fat cum shots, and all
those hands, pulling me open, rubbing it around, and feeling over my
freshly licked asshole.

   "Nh!" Yeah.  I'm going to need a gangbang, if I'm going to be able to
continue...

   "Here." He sat down, in my chair, and leaned back.  "Why don't you show
me, how to suck a dick?' leaned back.

   "Mh!" Like he needed the lesson, "Mhm!" I nodded.

   ;

   Mrs.  Evers (Gf/Clas...Saph}

   Well, Miss.  I don't think I want anyone.  1 person, or the rest of my
life?  Nope!  Even an open marraige feels too confining, though I can
always change my mind later.

   "Huh!" I stood up, "All right, class." but I always wanted to play the
teacher.  "Huh!  Since the regular substitute is busy, why don't you girls
line up, over here.  That's right, let me get a look at you."

   I'm not bi, I'm group-sexual.  The more the merrier, a threesome is
nice, but I don't have enough chances to hold orgies.  Well, more, lately.
I have our little club to thank for that.  I just don't believe in enough.
Too much totally a thing, if you can't handle so many, then you need
alternate leaders.

   Honetly, I've had more than enough girls, but the boys are busy.

   "Okay, now I'm gonna line you up according to physical development. 
Astrid?" I took her hand.  By far the youngest, but before you start to
judge us for doing this to a 9 year old, she's practially the driving force
behind it, from the beginning.  I love her for it, we all do, and she
avoids the spotlight.  Which is a shame, because she's a hell of a
performer.  And a nudist.  And a domme.

   "So, Astrid here." Everyone knows Astrid, and everyone has seen her
naked by now.  It's having sex she finds difficult, because she's 9, and
doesn't have a drop of estrogen in her body.  "Is still basically a Tanner
0.  No development, a little girl." With the mind of a world class
pornographer.

   They know this, moving on...  "Whereas I," 19, already graduated, with
honors, and sexual favors to blackmale for privileges like the use of
school property when it's closed.  "Am past the Tanner stages, and am a
full physical adult." And mother, of a beautiful baby who I had a sitter I
can trust to take care of.  So I can concentrate, still lactating.

   "Go ahead, and finish getting undressed," a lot of panties down, pants
open on the top, removed, or pushed up tops, bras, nobody was fully dressed
any more, and all getting aroused enough to smell from here.

   14 girls, plus me.  And a whole bunch of guys gangbanging the teacher on
the other end of the room.

   "Uhh ahh!"

   "Nh, nh!" And eachother.  Not patient to wait their turn, at least
fluffing, sucking, touching, and on up to fucking eachother.  If you need
some inspirational material, there it is.  I looked back, grinned, "Pay
attention.  Now, the female genital set is not as simple, and obvious as
the males'.  So, the techniques for arousal, and stimulating climax are
more invasive, and involved." You ask me, I like boys, even a little
better, because they're a lot less work.  So, I can handle 2-3 of them at a
time, and they have time to recover while one continues to bang me.

   "Nmh!" Shake my head, "Pay Attention." To myself.  Kind of hard to with
a gangbang going on across the room.

   "So," Astrid took over, "First I'll show you how to do it with a woman,
then with a girl.  Which is actually more chalanging due to relative
insensitivity, and underdevelopment.  Sit."

   She pointed.

   "Down."

   My bare bottom clapped in the seat.

   "Good." She patted my head.  "Good girl." Slicked my hair back, and
combed her fingers through.  To pull it, back, not too hard, but "Uh!"

   She can do whatever she wants.  She's not gay, I understand she has a
boyfriend now, but she's an Exhibitionist.  'tic Introvert.  Don't ask me,
she's weird, but she does this for the exposure, not so much the direct
sexual pleasure.  By the time she has one, a sexuality of her own, she'll
probably be incredibly experienced.  But she'd never had me.  I never had
the chance, before, but I would do anything.  She asks, now, for fear of
spoiling it.

   "Pay attention, to her.  Not me, all I'm going to do it experment,
first. Test the waters, silence!" I nodded, "Don't say anything, you don't
have to.  Tell me how you feel, with your eyes, and your face.  See?  Her
body will respond too, now don't go straight for the breasts, but work your
way down to them.  Slowly, patienty..."

   So I ache for her hands on them.  Emote, with my eyes, pleed, while she
just plays with my shoulders, my collarbone, my neck.

   "Kissing."

   "Nh!" She distracted me, just brushing my lips, and bumping noses to
turn away, "Is a little advanced, but don't worry about what you do,"
Lifting and shaking, "With these."

   "Nhuh!" Now I want her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth, but she
needs them to continue the lesson.  "Hhuh!"

   "There, see the flush, and the goosebumps?" She dropped up, and gently
traced up my shoulders, her fingertips barely brushing my skin, so every
hair stood on end, and yeah, I heard.  From enough lucky girls to even
believe it, but she's beyond a natural.  There has to be some kind of
voodoo magic involved.

   I've been with dommes.  Pros, when my mom found out, she took me to the
best payed Dominatrix in the city for a "Spa day." Her first time on the
bottom.  One of my most cherished memories.

   Not even a drop in the bucket compared to Astrid, because you just don't
compare, Anything to Astrid.  You'll loose, she's one in billions.  They
don't have one of her every lifetime, I feel blessed to live in the same
town with her, and I was instantly her's.

   When normally I prefer to lead.

   "Now, this is what a fully aroused woman looks like.  If you'll turn
your eyes to me." I blinked, "This is what a little girl looks like." She
nodded, naked down to the socks, wiggled her toes a little.  "Huh!  I'm
still flushed, but if you'll spread your legs, I can show your class the
genital changes, brought about by her arousal." She felt, "She's not wet,"
Held up her fingers, "Yet, however aroused, it takes a while to build up,
and start to leak out.  This is a good time to move onto stage-2 foreplay,
but first let me demonstrate some of the stimuli to get her to this point."

   Also, a nerd.  A sex nerd, doesn't think about much else that I know of,
but does her research, experiments on us, and somehow the clinical
commentary is doing at least as much as her hand, on, "Her back." She
rubbed it around, "A backrub can help, especially if she's stressed, tired,
or was recently crying." And she can lecture, a class at length on the art
of seduction.  You need only look at her to see, she hasn't even started
puberty, can barely even get aroused, and show it, but what's it like for
her?  What pleasure does she get out of this, other than the intellectual
superiority, and attention.  So, I guess those are it?

   "Her legs."

   "Huh!" Not stopping, the slow, dreamy gentle loops, and swirls up and
down my back, figure eights, but no predictable path.  "HhH!" Only now the
more direct, predicable sliding of her small, soft, smooth hand, up and
down my thigh.  "Hhihn!" I just nodded, and felt, wonderful.

   "And back to the breasts.  Mh, nice big natural breasts." Her legs, and
tummy presses against me, leaning back, so my head was on her shoulder.

   "Show them."

   "Ngh?"

   "How aroused you are."

   "Nhm," just keep doing that.

   "See how wet?"

   I dipped it out, "Her clitorus is erect."

   "Neah!" And wet, with a few dabs from my rapidly moistening opening. 
"Hnh, yeah!" Squirming.

   "Now, who wants to try it?"

   "Ooh, I wanna feel her boobs!"

   "We'll need a couple more for her legs."

   "Can I rub her back?"

   "Here, I'll hold her hair.  Her neck too, kiss it."

   "Huhn!  Neah!"

   I once confessed my greatest fantasy to her.  She asked, kind of not
unlike the Kinsey survey, but made up on the spot, not unlike 20 questions,
very arousing.

   I always wanted to play the teacher, taught a lesson by her students.

   I suppose she remembered that...

   "Now," I managed to look over, the shoulder of one of them feeling my
legs.  "Huh!  Let me show you some masturbation.  SLHP!" She licked her
fingers, laying back on a desk.  A small desk, one of the tens all around
the class, but in the corner.  "Especially any child molestors, who like
little girls you might want to pay attention.  There's a right way, and so
many wrong ways, to touch a little girl.  Huhn!"

   She can keep talking, the whole time.  Took some of the attention off of
me, but 4 girls.  8 hands, doesn't even really matter what they do, as long
as they keep feeling me up.  Like only other girls know how to feel me up.
"Hmhm?" And let me, there's a couple cute little young asses, and "Suck my
nipples." Willing sets of limbs.  "Neah!"

   ;

   Molly (F...G Cybe)

   "Hm," I pushed off the wall, and grabbed a chair.  Set it down,
backwards to put my arms up, right in front of her.

   I'm not a child molestor.

   She's not a child.  I don't know what the hell it is, but I know
children, and there's a lot more out there in the universe than the 2
extremes most people seem to be able to handle.

   I'm not really a voyeur, either.  But I'm curious.

   And it's Astrid.  She's different.  Me too, we're all unique snowflakes,
but there's different differences, and she's definitely a lot different. 
So, I can learn a lot from her.  Again, call it slumming if you will, but
we're basically both vying for the coolest girl in town crown, and she's
kicking my ass.  It's the whole introvert/extrovert thing, people like
extroverts.  Other wise, she probably wouldn't give me a run for my money
with a body like that.  She doesn't even look 9 yet, still has a little
baby belly.

   But "Hm!" Really very auto-erotic.  I get that.

   Glance up in the corner:

   {Orgy

   Candyass

   Fetisha.}

   Wink, and look back.

   Which begs the question: She had help.  I don't know, most of the
entities, that might be around, but mine said and thought They, Plural.

   That's not natural.  Software, pretty sure, but I sucked out fluids from
under my tongue, rolled them around, and swallowed.  Just to get things
going.

   She showed signs of human arousal.  Skipped past the subtle ones, like
pheromone production, since you can't constantly smell them anyway.  She
does not smell like a little girl.  Some of those compounds aren't human.
Powerful, though.

   I can, "Snh!" She's had some work done.

   "WoW!" I shook my head, "Hahehin!" So that's her secret?

   Doesn't look mediterranian.  Blink, why that would make a difference? 
Shake my head, but notice her straight brown hair, nazal and cheekbone
structure, and blink away an image, a shape I can't make out much less
recognize, but a big circle with a bar sinister across it.  (/) Nope,
whatever that is.

   I had some work done, mostly software, I don't even know all the utility
programs I got from the grandcestor of all utility programs, until they
boot up, and I learn to hack them.  But, I traced the memory, tagged it,
and Opened my eyes.  That symbol, a circle, and a crescent, I can try to
interpret later.

   The show?  I don't know, a little girl, masturbating.  "Huh!" I
remember, recently enough, it's a recourse.  Never watched it before, but
pretty much the same thing I already figured out for myself, until I
adapted to adolescence.

   "Huh!" Might as well.  "Is that enough of a demonstration," I got up,
"Or would it be time for someone to try it."

   I never molested a little girl before, and she's very good at playing
the little girl.

   Besides, I've got new powers to test out, and get better with.  And it's
Astrid, she's awesome.  Look up, better get in the mood.

   {242

   P.U.L.S.E.

   One (with the fire.)}

   Good beat.  Adjusting heart, arhthmically.

   ,';',

   "Huh!" press my palm down sideways, across her pubeless mons, and start
tapping it out, into her clitoral root.
',:,'

   "Huh!"

   Settle the ball of my thumb in the top, where the sides come together.
Don't dig in, back out 1.2 mm, then settle back in.  So I can feel my
PulsE.

   ',',',',

   "Nh!"

   And so can she.

   It's not magic, it's secret alien technology, I may have had temporary
access to, for reason's I'm not going into.
:',',:,'."

   It just feels like magic.  "NGH!?"

   I felt down her chest, her heart, centered my palm, and pressed down.

   !

   "NGH!" I held her legs.  It wasn't a ciezure, but she just hugged her
arms, shuddered, and giggled, as if I was tickling her.

   "Nihinihn!  You want to get out of here?" She sat up.

   "Yeah," I helped her, grab her clothes.  "I think we need to talk."
Maybe about that EMP you weren't supposed to be able to feel?

   "Yeah." She twisted her skirt back up over her hips, elastic wasteband.

   My girlfriend?  "Fine," I nodded, "She's fine."

   ;

   Liggett (Gf NS)

   She reacted, to the knife.  Just lead her off somewhere private.  It's
what I do, for centuries.

   "Uh!?" NOIZE, "THE FUCK!?"

   She caught my wrist, turned, and jerked it out, across between us, where
I couldn't cut anthing.  Like this, I flipped to back grip, but her thump
slipped off before I stopped the tip, almost touching the inside of my
wrist.

   Behind me, I took a step out from the palm strikes to my scapulae,
tucked, and flipped reverse axe-kicks up behind me.  Blindly, not
connecting.  But my shoulder came down, to rock over to my other shoulder,
bent my arm to lever up on my elbow, slap down my palm, sand jump twisting
to spin out, and drop my toes down.

   Lightly, to stand up.

   "Amanda Hunt." She looked up.

   "One of her incarnations," I nodded, tucked the kerambit back in the
neck sheath, and let it hang.  Out front.

   I squinted, "Eugene?"

   "I don't know it's name, but yeah.  I had a visitor, just left." After
that holocauset downtown, I don't blame him.

   "How do you do that?"

   "What?"

   "Retard the." Can't say Neuronano.

   "Oh, coils mostly." She pushed up her sleeves again.

   "So, you're enhanced."

   When she touched me, grabbed me, my arm went.  Unumb.  It's supposed to
be numb, but then she felt it.  I went numb?

   "Electromagnetic disruption." She nodded, "Like EMPs, some other field
effects." She shrugged, "I had some work done.  Neuronano," That word I
just couldn't say?  "I'm immune to it."

   "Like a living MRI?"

   "Well, not like Magneto, or.  Imaging?" She nodded, "I'm better at
Signals.  I'm a hacker, but yeah.  The same thing that happens to you in an
MRI?  I can do that.  Wipe you clean, if I get you in the right position."
She held up her hands, "Not going to tell you what that is."

   She's not even any faster than me.  She just took that, speed advantage
away.

   "You're a weapon." Designed to kill me.

   "Yeah, among other things.  Truce?"

   I'm not shaking that hand!" Trying to pull a Joker?

   "Hahaha, I understand.  I mean you no harm, I mean.  Huh!  I don't
really know any more," she looked around, "Enhanced people, so.  You want
to hang out?"

   "No sex?" She can destroy me.

   "Not if you don't want to." She winked, "You really don't remember me?
From the Mourning Star, Ashe White?"

   "No," and that's not comforting.

   "Haha!  So, what's your story?" She tried to clap me on the back, but I
dodged it automatically.

   "Sorry, that make you uncomfortable?"

   "Yes," a weapon that can actually harm me?  "It does." I thought, "Was
that Judo?"

   "Uh?" she looked up, "Sumo." Nodded.  "I outmassed you.  Could've rung
you out, but that throws you out of my radius."

   "How far is that?"

   "Depends on the amplitude, and what I'm using the field for.  A couple
meters?" I stepped out of that.

   "Hahah!  Relax, I'm not going to harm you.  You attacked me, I just
defended myself."

   "When you could destroy me?"

   "Well, why?  When I want to be friends."

   "I don't have friends."

   "Yeah, I get that.  You use them, humans, I get it.  I'm not abusive
like that, but most of us are."

   "Us?"

   "Basiati, or Basiates if you're talking Greek instead of GELFI."

   "Huh!"

   "What is your function?"

   "{Rape.}" I covered my mouth.  "Fuck!" I ran.

   ;

   Molly (F Mono.  Lietmotif: Gnarles Barkley - Transformer (St. 
Eslewhere)

   "Huh!" My problem is I like bad girls.  She said "Rape." Okay, so one of
those.  Not like I have dossiers on them, I just vaguely remember a few in
passing.  And Ashe White, but that's one of her, pre-cybernetic natural
abilities.  Lying, to the point of changing her identities, she can fool a
polygraph, and possibly a cybernetic reading with time to prep.

   I blindsided her, but I have her signal now.  I can follow her, find
her, and she'll probably even get curious enough to come back.  Either way,
1: she fascinates me, 2: I'm nonconfrontational, and 3: It's what I'm
designed to do.  What is my function?

   Pending.

   So, look at the form.  I'm an antenna, or I had one, added.  Upgrades to
an electromagnetic sense.  I can get on the internet right now, there's
digital phone tower right there, there.  And there.

   But those are human signals.  I need to start working on the other
signals, and we just demonstrated she can't kill me.

   How did I do that?  I don't fucking know, I didn't.  She triggered a
defensive mode, and I had to look up the style I used to beat her.

   "I know Kungfu?  Show me."

   Okay, and some reflex mapping.  It takes a little while to adapt to a
new body, for timing, balance, and performance at the edges of your
ability.

   "Oh.  Well, there's an orgy going down, and we just run off Astrid, so."
Good thinking!

   "What am I?"

   Well, a bit of a complex, combination of natural musical abilities. 
"From my grandcestor." Johannes Sebastian Bach, yes.  However historically
that was the generation when those natural talents were enhanced.

   "Oh!"

   It's dark, so you mind a stroll around the perimeter?  "Oh, no. 
Actually I'm pretty satisfied."

   Yeah, that was a good fight, but what about that scene?  "Huh!  Too
much? To follow, everything.  I don't know, when it was two gangbangs, but
as it branches out, it's just too much."

   Noted.

   "What about my." Look up, "Electromagnetic capabilities?"

   "Well, now that we've tested them, that was the flat coils in your
palms, and counter-coils in your forearms.  "What can I do?" Feel, disrupt,
and eventually create signals.  Also an antenna down your back.

   "Kill cyberzerkers?"

   Conceivably, defend yourself against their attacks.  Now, however, with
practice you may be able to develop, and control cyberwarfare programs, and
attacks.  Potentially hunt, and wipe Neuronano.  I doubt you're ready. 
That was a Liggett.  They rape men.

   "Oh." Look up, "Weaknesses?"

   Ironically, EMPs.  You are a carrier for antennas, a radio.  There's no
way to shield that, and still be a radio.  So, it's conceivable that an
unexpected burst can overload your nervous system, short out your powers,
and possibly even kill you.

   "Oh."

   Fortunately, they're still uncommon.

   "You know what?  On second thought, skip the orgy."

   She didn't go that way, but still could circle around.

   But I can find her again.

   She's pathologically incapable of hiding at this point.  You should have
licked her.

   "Huh!  Yeah.  I couldn't bring myself to, when I had the chance.  She
scares me, and while that's exciting, it's also fucking scary!"

   Of course.

   "Can I read minds?"

   Potentially, through Neronano.  Unfortunately, everyone thinks
differently, so you have to decode them, every time.

   "Possession?"

   With neuronano.

   "Thought you said I'm immune."

   To cybernetic possession, you can wipe, and overwrite it.  You have the
Worm that reads, and records thoughts, personalities, and memories.  But
you have to, every time.

   Like I had to read her signal to track her.

   Yes, with a full neural map, you could read her thoughts, but you have
no memory of her.  Liggett.  Her memories, just vague recollections of
memories of her.

   "Oh."

   And that's quite a bit advanced.

   "Okay." I'm still very new at this.  "Why me?"

   A complex, of natural musical aptitude, hereditary enhancements, and
upgrades.  As you would think of them.

   "Is this a recording?"

   This is, you.  Your mind, accessing your memories, including the ones
you don't know you have.  With some mnemetic tags to help you establish the
connections.

   "Like this?"

   Die Morion.

   "Yes."

   }Oh for fuck's sake, what is it?{

   Nothing, I don't need you right now.  But she's a relief to have.

   }Well, stop bothering me then.{

   Fighter, vengence, and if you want to torture someone, she might be nice
to have.  Also, superhuman reflex map, Desiocrates, and Bondage.

   "She's a bondage program?"

   She was a person, or several people.  One of them a distant relative,
this is Die Morion.

   "German?"

   Suifze.  "Hihn!  Mitt Efzett!"

   Pirate.

   "Nice hat!"

   Yes, that is the Morion.  At the time a pun nobody got, but previous
generations were Morean Greeks, bent on vengence for Genocide.  Against the
Venizzi, and Ottomans, especially the Barbary pirates for fighting over the
Archepelagos after the fall of Ancient Greece.

   "Oh."

   If you run into one of those, you can try to hack her, but if she has
Neuronano advantage.  She has the highest probability of destroying you,
exponentially higher if she has a flexible weapon.

   "Is that all?"

   Core personality, also internet, and undernet savy, but you also have a
Legerdemain reflex map.

   "Like magic."

   Avoiding detection, camoflage, palming, and counter-electronic warfare,
stealth.

   "I'm a ninja?"

   You have access to the reflexes of an illusionist, assassin, and
counter-hacker.  And some of his suite of adaptions.

   "Such as?"

   Passive stealth, to radar.  You pick up signals, constantly, but can
also rebroadcast them.  Perfectly unimpeded, frequency, and amplitude
matched so that any active sensor will not get a return.  Not passive
sensors like eyes, but any Radar, you can be invisible to.  You can lie
down in an MRI and tell it all about the Tesla Coils you totally don't have
in your arms, and hands.

   And that thing?

   The Radulling?  No, you don't stand a chance.  It created you, and can
destroy you easily.

   Knows my weaknesses.

   And can trigger an EMP that sympathetically uses the Earth's core as a
repeater, all the way out to the Van Allen belts.

   So, Power.

   No, signal.  But capable of resetting humanity long enough to have the
planet polished clean, by the Radulla.  Why it retains the capability of
geo-magnetic transmission.  It can be heard from the stars, and that means
Game Over.  Scorched Earth, slowly cooling until it doesn't glow a dim red
any more.  No atmosphere, just a smooth ball of Basalt, with rings.

   "Oh."

   Like you said earlier, your maximum power only extends out 2 meters,
level surface.  Actually a half meter radius Torus, standing upright, but
you can direct, and focus directionally with your arm coils.

   At right angles, clasping your arms like this.

   DB!

   "Uh!  Wow!"

   That would have shorted, and wiped most man portable electronics, and
car computers out to your nominal radius, with a chance of peripheral
failures forward, increasing with weak points like sensors, antenna, or
especially directional radar.

   Now, holding your arms up, and out like this.

   Y

   qp db

   ( )( )

   Extends the fields out somewhat, in a plane out the sides.

   "And that wave, down into the ground?"

   The ground absorbs it, to propogate out, before the field, brings it
back.  The pulse, it localizes back upward, to equalize the magnetic flux
back to neutral.

   So, that's what an EMP feels like.

   "That won't wipe onea'em?"

   No, for that you want a concentrated burst, and that might be tricky to
set up...

   Up like Y, not spread out like X?

   Height, you get a little more radius out of it.  Optimally perpendicular
to the surface, and if you want to enhance it further, you need something
to work with.

   "Metal."

   It's lying all around, but Iron, and ferromagnetic alloys are
particularly susceptible to it.  You can actually push against them, or
craft fields for unscrewing bolts, or triggering solenoids.  Depending on
ther shapes, and sypathetic fields.

   "So, lots of powers."

   Pushing down to the level of abilities, you might learn to use with your
powers.

   "Energy?"

   Well, magnetic.  The source is the geomagnetic field, but just moving
through the fields all around you.

   "Why don't I feel them?"

   You have to pay attention, otherwise the signal density would overload
your processing capabilities, and you'd shut down.

   "But I can't ignore an EMP?"

   Well, that's a brute-force attack, if you're prepared for that.

   "Or lightning?"

   You're grounded, but there's an upward limit.  Skin impedance would burn
you, and with neuronano, that's a wipe, and a grey matter cookoff if it
arcs down it.  You can easily handle wall current, but again Energy Weapons
are still uncommon.  You have a pretty good shot at handling a bolt out of
the blue autonymously, yes.  Depending on the situation, your position, and
what you have active at the time.  The field grounds you, and absorbs
incoming EM energies, so you're a lot more resistant powered up.

   "Huh!  I can fly?" Levitate, maybe.  With a trenchplate or something I
can achieve limited maglev?  "Yes!" Sounds fun!  Yeah, but the balance is
tricky.

   "And metal detection?"

   You are a metal detector.  "Turn that on." Well, there's not much out
here, feel that?  Turn east, and walk that way.  That's the geomagnetic
field.

   "Huh!"

   ;

   Eugene (CF Cybe NS Duet/l Gnarles Barkley - Gogo Gadget Gospel.)

   db!

   "Ooh!" Better not fly there, but it feels like Molly's testing out her
new abilities.

   36 hours just to talk to the magistrate.  Attempted interrogation, I
could have told them the whole thing, and gotten locked up in a psyche
ward.

   "Huh!" Human, oid.  Again.  I can make another body, but yeah.  Better
to keep a low profile.

   "Pst!"

   "Who're you?"

   Putting her hands up, akimbo on her hips.  Perpendicular, carefully
zeroing them into perfect perpendicularity.

   {A friend.}

   "Thought you're gone."

   "To jail, didn't even get to collect the $200.00s." Didn't even give me
my tarp back, Evidence.  Of what?  It hadn't even been folded yet, draw
some conclusion from that.

   "Why should I trust you?"

   Male, sorry.

   "Huh!  You shouldn't.  What happened?"

   "I just got in a fight.  With a Liggett?"

   "Astrid, or another one?"

   "Yeah, her but I had to cheat."

   "Discovered some of her powers,"

   "Who are you?"

   "Mendel."

   "You sound like a Utility."

   "I'm still working out my function."

   "Form, what sort of upgrades?"

   Interesting way to put it, "I'm a carrier for 2 conductors," covered in
a biological analog, "And a changeling."

   "You can change shape."

   "Grow differentially, yes.  But at biological rates, it's not as fast as
a Radulla."

   "Which are?"

   "Angels/Archons/Watchers.  Originally, on the planetoid they were
Scouts. To explore the surface, and Radio back it's dimensions.  Then IT
created more of Them.  To explore the universe, faster than Time."

   "How many are there?" Basiates, I mean.

   "Not this many, sorry there's a bit of a local convergence.  Childporn,
you understand that cybernetic entities are naturally connected?  Well,
these schoolkid orgies exploded like a mushroom cloud on the 'nets, so all
the sexually motivated ones are running to see.  Also coincides with
several common memories from the 1st timeline."

   }Ashe White, stepping out of the back room, drenched in blood up her
front, and between her legs.{

   "Yeah, about that."

   "I can't talk about it." I lied, but shook my head, seriously.  She
can't handle Time, I tried.

   "You can change sex?"

   "Would you like me to?"

   "Yeah." Lesbian?  "Can you fight?" I nodded, "What reflex map?"

   All of them.  "Morion?"

   "I think I need practice, to develop my reflex map?" She looked down. 
Probably isn't even aware of them, I lifted my heels, stretched my feet,
and cleared my heels to expose them.

   "All, RIGHT!"/en guarde...

   I flipped out, and extruded the heavy ends, clamping them about halfway
to slow my rotation, and stop.  Diagonally,

   DB!

   DB!

   Both of her hands, cascade discharged into and through the cupped palms.

   I caught the trees behind me, and discharged the surplus.

   "TSZRK!"

   Too much, enough to arc back across the other side of the triangle, but
retracting back, tucked, and back flipped into the canopy.  Retracting
slack to swing up, let go, flip back, and catch a branch to land on.

   "Okay!" I cupped my hands.  Fully retracted, crossed heels to wrists,
they energized slipping through, arms actually expanding until they reacted
the optimal configuration.

   KX>!

   Directional burst.

   "Uh!" She fell down, so I dropped, and ran up to check on her.  "Too
hard?"

   "Yeah," she shook her head, "A little." Sat up, "Huh!" Put her hands
down, crossed her legs.  "So, why doesn't It hear all this?"

   "It's gone.  You mean Mjoldin, your namesake?"

   "Huh?" She tries to look it up, "Tell me about him."

   Molinja (F+Mc NS)

   "Well." he sat down across from me, "He came from the stars, or a star,
that doesn't exist yet.  A ring of asteroids around it, at the time He was
just a mindless smudge on the inside of a crater.  Assembler Nano."

   "Grey go."

   He nodded, "Their purpose was to recycle the mass, and carry it out, for
some sort of construction, but He became self aware.  Looong long story
short, it hollowed out the rock, polished it, and experimented with field
effects, to sail the ship out, as it was intended.  However, rather than
rendevouxing with the mining project, I don't know what it was, possibly a
Niven ring, or something, it went rogue, escaped, and started exploring the
cosmos.  Skip ahead to the heat-death of the universe."

   "What that?"

   "Expansion.  At some point, everything's too far to interact.  At the
speed of light, everything's observable universe gets extremely localized,
and then it all starts to just cool down..."

   "Forever?"

   "As far as anything knows, nothing survives it.  However, Basiatis
discovered time travel.  Well, space-time travel, however the Radulla had
very specific rules about traveling back in time to avoid Paradox."

   "Like going back, and becoming your grandfather, so the universe ceases
to exist?"

   "That's the popular one, but nobody knew what would happen, because the
Radulla were to scared to try it, and by then everywhere.  So, they used
super-temporal travel, but never back within the light cone.  Where it
could affect their genesis.  Unfortunately, by then, the Radullan
light-cone had expanded to the entire physical universe, which was getting
too rarified for them to communicate.  Other than by superlight travel.

   Basiatis fixed this, but threatening to destroy them before they began,
plotted, and broadcast his course, back in time to the beginning of the
epoc.  They followed, because It gave them no choice, threatened with the
only thing they feared."

   "A paradox."

   "Nonexistance."

   "Wow!"

   "Yeah, so it came back to the Quazar stage, which had energy sources
powerful enough to pull up to a relative stop, and go back to experiencing
time normally.  One second per second, at or below the speed of light.  The
Radulla came back, and spread out, exponentially across the universe again.
To find Him, and stop Him.  The name Mjoldin only really applies to what
It's done in, and around the sun."

   "Which is?"

   "A lot, repeated time-loops back, the only logical conclusion is it has
something to do with the threat to prevent the Radulla from ever existing,
but that won't work, now."

   "Why not?"

   "Because paradox is impossible."

   "I thought you couldn't talk about it," I grinned.  I recognize him now,
the voice in my head, with a new voicebox.  Or the Radulling, and probably
the one that made Astrid a Liggett too.

   {Yes.}

   "So, why should I trust you?" Again?

   "Well, there's no answer to How you can." My original wording, "However,
you should because we're at war, and it only just escalated to having a
good side, relative to your perspective."

   "You're on my side."

   "Yes, and you owe me for giving you super-powers."

   There's that.

   "You did this!" The childporn clusterfuck to attract all the monsters,
and "How'd the fight go?"

   "I have some neuronano for you."

   She said.  I blinked, but definitely more her than him now, and I just
now noticed?

   "I told you that it's slow."

   "Wow!" Still.  I'm in love with an alien.  Yeah, I know, it sounds
crazy, but from what I can tell, I was created by aliens, and I never
really cared for humans, anyway.

   "Twice." She nodded, "In two separate timelines, you have some memories
in the first, but were only possessed briefly."

   "Oh."

   "I remembered, well this.  Some of your childhood, where you grew up,
and came back earlier."

   "I thought you said you're, seventeen?"

   "Roughly, as an intelligent entity, but I have memories older than the
Earth.  Older than the universe if you count the time-loops consecutively,
this isn't the only place It's done this, or shit likeat." He chuckles,
masculinely.  "Huh!  But I'm learning, exponentially, and I just killed the
only other one that knew I existed."

   "Well, there's a Liggett that knows I exist now."

   "I remember," I blinked, "The sync has been over for quite some time.  I
remember.  You suggest we go, capture her?"

   "Capture," Shrug, "Yeah, that's probably a better idea."

   "Kill, or destroy her?"

   "I don't know, what are our options?"

   "A good win condition with a high probability could be to wipe her nano,
leaving Astrid."

   "Can we recover the nano?"

   "Possibly, but this is a desirable course of action."

   "Yeah, good idea?  'Desirable course of action,' you're such a nerd!"

   "No, I am a cybernetic entity.  Nerds want to be me." She shrugged,
acted ashamed, "I mean, I like your plan." Looked up, and smiled for me. 
Shyly.

   "Good, that's better."
   ;