But do I really get off on pain and humiliation? Am I what the porn sites call a pain slut?” She shook her head and hid partly behind her hair as she looked out at Plato like an embarrassed teenager. “I don’t think I want that to happen in any of your projected worlds either, Plato. Let’s put that one on the It Ain’t Never Gonna Happen List and leave that question unanswered.” She straightened herself up in her chair amateur and asked, “What’s on your asian bucket list, Plato?” “I am connected to almost all of the knowledge of the world,” he said. “But there a few things I would like to see with my own sensors.” “Such as?” Marcella replied, smiling at his almost human way of expressing himself. She repeated herself and Plato disappeared. After a long period of silence, she turned to her console monitor and said, “I’m going to wait you out this time, PLATO. I’m not going to say anal anything more until you tell me one thing that you would really like to see with your own sensors.” Plato reappeared leaning against her console. He looked embarrassed, and Marcella expected him to say something really nasty or kinky. Instead he said quickly, “A dust devil.” Then he held up his hands like Richard would do when explaining things and said just as rapidly, “They are visual representations of organized chaos. The mathematics and physics behind these little puffs of dust are extraordinarily complex and very difficult to quantify. It gives them a beauty that is almost impossible to describe.” “Spoken like a true supernerd,” Marcella said with a laugh. Then she cocked her head and said softly, “I saw a dust devil once when I was camping out in Utah with my mom and dad. Actually, I saw several of them, but this one voyeur was huge. It swirled across the road in front of us. It was there and then it was gone.” She paused and added, “I wasn’t thinking about organized chaos, Plato, but it was still beautiful.” Plato vanished and PLATO said in her head, “The cleaning crews will be in early this morning, so you had best get dressed. But you’ve given me an idea.” “About our bucket lists?” she asked. “No,” he replied, “about possibly how to pov put off our date with the bucket.” The next night, shortly after the second shift workers had all left, PLATO said softly, “Marcy, I’ve got a surprise for you in the Growth Processing Room.” “I’ll bet you do,” she replied. Then she asked, “Does it have anything to do with Unicorns?” “Not exactly,” he replied, “but it was almost as hard to find.” Curious and not knowing what had pov caused it she glanced over her shoulder towards Lena who anal was staring wide-eyed at Sombra’s honey-skinned back. Washington smiles amateur before kissing me tenderly, as he removes my kimono and unfastens my bra. “Yes do it fuck voyeur me fill my cunt you fuckers fill my arse with your sperm fuck me, do it ooohhhh fuuuuck yeeeeeees. She went into asian the same heap of shelve she flew into before and the density of the air got thicker like it was trying to tell me that I royally fucked up. I touched his forearm then pulled my hand away. This meant the whole incident had to remain secret. “Its okay” she said quietly, comfortingly. We get through two full meals worth of food before I open my mouth to speak and Guy begins talking. And "Don't you want to get with her anyways?" I’ve already got a few laps on her. Karen apologized.