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SyntheticChapter 19

An hour later, Sawyer was at the desk, engrossed by the terminal. Renee sat with her back against the couch's armrest, one eye on the boy, and the other on the book that rested upon the table. She wanted it. -but she knew if she dared open the thing, she'd be caught more deeply than the figure to her right. Anyone would be able to sneak up on her ... as Claude had demonstrated often enough. Moreover, showing the slightest bit of interest might make them think she enjoyed it. It'd give...

SyntheticChapter 40

The room was stifling, although the two officers didn't seem to notice. Sawyer crossed one leg over the other, wishing they'd given him something besides a chair. At least a table meant he wouldn't be so exposed. They're probably analyzing your body language with a program, whispered his mind. Don't fidget. The younger man stared at him behind a reflective pair of glasses. He hadn't said a word since they'd escorted him from class, simply steering the boy by the shoulder to the...

SyntheticChapter 21

The water pooled on the flagstones below her and poured down her face like tears. The rain had soaked her through hours ago, but despite the tremors that periodically shook her body, Renee refused to go back inside. She needed to think. If she had escaped from Claude, surely- surely she could outwit these adolescents. Surely, she could find Simon. Find him. Rescue him. They would be together. ... and start a farm. She choked back a sob and tightened her grip around her knees. She...

SyntheticChapter 24

The book perched on her collar-bone, concealing the fragile stretch of her neck and the slight swell of breasts. The blanket he had spread over her, late in the evening, had been thrown off during the night. Sawyer cleared his throat. Renee woke instantly, tension flooding her body. Her eyes snapped open and- after meeting his- dropped to his hands. She righted herself slowly, wary as a rabbit might be in the face of a predator. That a simple act required such fear- that she felt she she...

SyntheticChapter 25

The girl waited a full hour after the door clicked shut. Just in case. She wasn't afraid. Surely not. The razor was in the bathroom drawer, the tiny piece easily removed from its machine. The edge glinted evilly in the light- dangerously sharp. The girl ran water over it, as hot as she could make it. Steam fogged the mirror, hiding her pale face. I can do this, she thought. She was half-tempted to test the blade, just to see how much it would hurt- but that would be silly. Knowing how...

SyntheticChapter 26

Pain. Pain, though not nearly as awful as it had been, found her first. Her consciousness fought through it and found its way back into the world. Her eyes snapped open with a volatile shudder that ran through her whole body like an electric shock. A grip so tight she couldn't feel the tips of her fingers encircled her palm. She followed the limb to the attached body with her eyes. "Sawyer," Renee murmured. A weak smile came unbidden to her lips. "You came. I ... tried to call...

SyntheticChapter 33

Simon woke to a fall. He landed hard on the carpet, hitting limbs that were bruised from so many previous awakenings. He crouched on his knees, staring under the bed, waiting for whatever was to come next. Feet entered his vision a few seconds later, as Henry scooted to the foot of the bed to upon his syn. The man assessed the naked synthetic, waiting long enough for the dread to start looping through the boy. "Simon," said the man. His toes made deep indentations into the rug as he...

Flowers In The Attic

NOTE: My apologies to author V.C. Andrews for using her title. Flowers In The Attic When I first designed my house it was way ahead of its time. Today ‘Going Green’ is a catch phrase but to me it has been a way of life for years. I have used my southern exposure as best I can. The windows on that side allow the heat from the sun in, between the windows are solar panels that just about cover my electrical needs, and the entire roof slopes to that side. The roof is entirely covered...

My Twin S sters Hole in The Attic

Only a half hour until everyone gets home. I must work fast to finish the job. I plug in the drill and hurry up into the attic. Ah, here is the spot. The drill spins as I press in down into the wooden floor. And then, light. I pull out the drill and look down into the hole. Yes, perfect. From here, I can see all of their room. My calculations were right. I race down and go into my s!ster's room; they are twins and two years older than I. I look up at the ceiling. With the intricate pattern of...

TRANSIT STRIKE

My name if Jeff. At the time of this story I worked downtown Toronto in a large office building I was twenty five and single. As soon a rumors started about a possible transit strike the people started organizing car pools. We were told we could park around the building at no charge during the strike. I said I didn't need a ride because I would ride my bike.. Everyone knew I rode a motorcycle. Jessica, one of the ladies asked if I could give her a ride so I agreed to give her a ride. Over...

Fifth Avenue Transit

FIFTH AVENUE TRANSIT by Pamela Joey and I had been friends for as long as I can remember. I think we met when we were ten years old at day camp on the shore of Long Island Sound, the summer between fifth and sixth grades. We both had had a bit of the devil in us and had formed a fast conspiracy against the rest of the guys in ourgroup when playing croquet. We would knock away everyone else's balls except our own. Then we discovered that we both liked crabbing, and we would meet after...

Therapeutic Research

Therapeutic Research by joannebarbarella My job had been outsourced to India or some such place where programmers cost one tenth of what I did and as a result I was desperately searching for work. Weeks went by without any sniff of an opportunity related to my specialty or experience, as presumably, all the other firms were doing the same thing in order to stay competitive. Globalization may be a good thing in the overall scene but, believe me, it doesn't feel like it when you are...

Therapist Fantasy

Introduction: Really short story about a really sexy dream I had about my therapist! Sometimes I dream that Im seeing a therapist to talk about my weekly sins. After telling him about a few of my exploits he informs me that he thinks that hypnosis may help with my nymphomania. I am reluctant but I agree to let him hypnotize me. He puts a metronome on his desk and taps the arm, starting a smooth swaying motion accompanied by a ticking noise. After a few minutes of meditation on the...

Katherine Heigels s Close Encounter of the Wolf KindChapter 4

"But, fuck - Kaizer, oh..." the sex-hungry blonde gasped incoherently, not knowing who, or what or where she was. All she knew was that this powerfully demanding animal kiss was making her cunt literally churn with lust. Her hotly quivering thighs felt as if they were disintegrating, while the moisture of her passion trickled by the seeming cupful from her wildly tingling walls and trembling cunt lips to soak into her already thickly soaked pubic hair. Her hands seemed to be moving...

Katherine Heigels s Close Encounter of the Wolf KindChapter 6

The convulsively gasping blonde gripped the dog's swollen cock with a hungry passion. It felt as hot and hard as a rigid iron bar and yet soft and wet at the same time. And suddenly Kaizer lurched forward as if on cue. For moments he had felt her moistly clutching cuntal lips kissing his cock, nibbling at the fiery red tip like something possessed, and now he could take no more. He fucked forward with a primitive, purposeful stroke to satisfy his wildly throbbing animal lust."Ugggghhhh!"...

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