This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com From eman@best.comTue Jul 16 23:40:44 1996 Date: 17 JUL 1996 03:16:42 GMT From: E Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST: The Tape Slaves (mc, sci-fi, philosophy) - (6/10) BEGIN --- CUT HERE --- Cut Here --- cut here --- that went off better." Mindy Atkins smiled as she slid a finger into herself. Life was funny. Since she and Frank had divorced, they had lost a part of their relationship, but had somehow gained a better one. Frank and she still talked at least once or twice a week. Whenever Frank needed advice about work, he would usually first call Mindy, and maybe not even bring it up with his wife. And once a month, like clockwork, he'd drop by and deliver to Mindy the alimony check, plus a little something extra, too, which Mindy still found she enjoyed. Frank may not be her husband anymore, but they had spent so many years together that they were pretty much ruined for anyone else, Marion notwithstanding. Marion must have sensed this, too. She knew that she might have Frank's name, but Mindy still had the rest of him. This disturbed her not a little. She was glad that she and Mindy were circle partners. She didn't like to think what this lady might otherwise do if should she take a disliking to her. Frank Robinson climbed onto the bed and between Marion's outstretched legs. Unzipping the jodhpurs, he pulled out his prick. Laying his swelling cock on her thatch of brunette pubic hairs, he tickled her underarms with the crop. As Marion squirmed and gave muffled screams, her nipples rose to full bloom and her pussy lips began to swell, and swell again. Marion's major lips were just that, major. When she was fully aroused, she could stretch them enough to tie them together into a loose knot, as Frank and Mindy well knew. Frank was ready now. He took his dick in hand, and aimed it directly between her pillowy lips. With a gentle push the tip nestled between them, burying itself in her warm tunnel. Frank swatted her thighs and pelvis and slowly backed out, then in deeper. Marion, unable to move, pulled at the ropes while the sensations coursed through her. Mindy got up from her chair and joined the pair on the bed. Straddling the hooded face, she ground her twat into the younger woman's nose. Once or twice the zipper caught one of her hairs, which caused Mindy to yelp and rub the tingling fur with her hand. As Frank felt his climax coming, he nodded to Mindy, who already knew it. He pulled out and held his cock high in the air. Mindy lifted herself off of Marion and leaned forward. Frank's load shot out and into Mindy's awaiting mouth. Mindy drank deep his semen, milking every drop from his spigot with her hands. When a few drops spilled out of her mouth, Mindy scooped them up with her fingers and coated her lips with his sticky whiteness. "Look's like we'll be doing this again, soon," Frank remarked as they climbed off of his wife. Mindy was confused. "What, you mean do your wife together?" "No, silly. I mean a wedding. Kevin and Sally?" "Probably so." Mindy looked thoughtful. "Darling, What *shall* we do about Gina?" Gina went up the elevator to her mother's room to see if she wanted to get some dinner. Mindy answered the door, naked. "Hi, honey! We were just talking about you." Gina entered the suite and followed her mother into the bedroom, "Hi punkin. Well, one down and two to go. Looks like your brother will be next." He flicked the crop down right between Marion's legs, missing her pussy by millimeters. Marion, unable to see, still felt the vibration as it struck the mattress so close to her and started. "We were wondering when you might be finding someone to settle down with." "You remember Richard, the Durham's boy, don't you," her mother added. "He's a nice young man, a lawyer now. You always used to like him when you were children, as I recall." "Mother, father, if you're through marrying me off to the highest bidder, I just came up to tell you that Kevin and Sally and I were going to get some dinner." Frank said, "Yeah, that sounds good." Bending down to the side of the Marion's hood, Frank asked loudly "Marion, are you hungry dear?" Marion nodded. "OK, let's eat." He began to untie Marion's bonds. "Wait a second, dad. May I?" Frank handed his daughter the riding crop. "Don't be long." Frank and Mindy went into the bathroom to clean up. Gina looked down at Marion, twisting the crop in her hand. Here was the woman who had broken up his parent's marriage. This was the one responsible for all the pain she had suffered. Smack! The crop landed lightly on her thigh. Marion's leg jumped, pulling the cord around her ankle taut. Gina ran the crop slowly up her skin. Before her father had married Marion, Gina remembered an active hatred for the girl, which was reciprocated more or less in kind. She thought Marion a selfish, shallow gold digger who basically was with her father because he had bucks. Marion's attitude was that Gina should, A: mind her own fucking business, B: stop being such a little bitch, and C: grow up. But then, as a member of the family, she was automatically included in the family's sex circle. Gina really hadn't wanted to be taped to feel desire for Marion, but the local Community Center had contacted her and asked her to come in. Gina came in that same day and was taped. Now she still didn't like Marion, wished she'd just go away. But now there was something else between them, a physical attraction. The shape of her enormous breasts made Gina's mouth water, the way her pussy lips grew equally enormous when she got excited, like now. The way she could come just from being touched.. Gina flicked the crop down on Marion's belly button. Her whole body jumped. Gina, tossing the crop aside, sat down next to Marion and pushed her face into her twat. Smelling the delicious aroma, Gina took Marion's huge, puffy lips in her mouth and ran them back and forth between her lips. Marion orgasmed right there, her body becoming stiff and rigid, crying out through the zippered hood. Gina's lips were wet from her bubbling juices. Gina sat up again and faced Marion. Slowly she ran her fingers over Marion's shoulders and breasts. Such lovely, perfectly tanned skin, she thought. She took Marion's neck in her hands and held it there, not squeezing at all, trying to remember a dream she had, long ago. She had hated Marion then, had wanted to kill her.. She was sitting like this, holding something in her hands. What was it? Her hands remained loose. Gina heard a grunt. She was pulled back to reality. Marion grunted again and shook her head. Gina pulled open the zipper. "Could we finish this later, Gina. I'm hungry," she said, a trifle coldly. Chapter 14 The Parting "All farewells should be sudden" LORD BYRON "I'm free! And I'm waiting for you to follow me." THE WHO When Gina returned home from the airport she threw her bags down in the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Why was travel so tiring when you spent most of the time just sitting in a cab or an plane, anyway? Yawning, she slowly sat up, undressed, and walked into the bathroom for a quick shower. While showering, Gina ran the warm water over her body. She fantasized about Lisa, married to three men. Three men, one for each hole. Little Lisa would probably get well filled every night now. And, of course, Gina was part of their sex circle, too. She let the soothing water massage her body and stuck her little finger in her mouth with one hand while the other went between her legs. Her thumb she pushed into her twat, while the first knuckle of her index finger slid up her ass. Three men, she continued to think, pushing the little finger deep in her mouth. Her other two fingers began to masturbate her cunt and anus. She leaned against the back wall, sucked and fucked herself, and fantasized. She was straddling Lloyd, pumping his cock furiously in her pussy. Then Chris came up before her and held his wicked dick in her face. She swallowed it and ran her fingernails through the hairs on his scrotum. Then when she thought she could stand no more, David came up behind her and shoved his big black organ deep inside her rectum. Three men, all fucking her at the same time, all working just to give her pleasure. Gina's knees went slack and she slid down the back wall of the shower, legs bent at the knees, spread wide, her ass floating above the inch or so of water in the bottom of the shower. Her hand rocked back and forth, pushing first into her pussy, then up her ass. She had put two fingers deep in her mouth now, tickling her tonsils. The water splashed against her face and chest, stinging the nipples to aching hardness. With the thought of 'Three Men' running through her mind, Gina climaxed hard. Her legs flew out from under her and she landed with a small splash. The orgasm slowly ran it's course, and her body stopped trembling. Wearing a robe, she walked into the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. Empty, as expected. Well what did you expect, that the food elves would come in while you were gone and restock your house? Gina noticed the blinking light on her answering machine. She pushed a button on it. "-Beep- Hello. This is Lyle MacDonald with the Second Street Community Center, with a message for Gina Robinson. We'd like to have her come in for a taping at her earliest convenience. If you have any questions you can reach me at..." Gina checked her watch. About 4:30. Well, the Centers are open 24 hours, and the store will probably close around 10, so I'll head down to the Center first, and then pick up some groceries on the way home. "Hello, may I help you?" "Yes, I'm Gina Robinson. I'm here to see Lyle MacDonald?" "Just a second." The receptionist pushed some buttons and spoke into the headset she wore, "Hello, Lyle? Gina Robinson is here to see you." Then to Gina, "He'll be right down. Have a seat, please." "Thank you." Gina barely had time to look at the magazine titles before Lyle appeared before her. "Hello, Gina. How are you today?" "Fine, and you?" she replied automatically. "Just peachy. Would you come this way?" He led her to an office. A desk and a single chair with the headset built into the arm adorned the room. "Please, have a seat, we'll have you on your way in no time." Gina settled into the chair and placed the earphones over her head. "Are you comfortable?" Gina nodded. "All right, let's begin." Lyle tapped at the computer and then pushed the button on his desk. "Hello, Gina. Glad you could make it. This is a very special tape, created just for you. In fact, it's unique. Starting now, you are no longer a tape slave, no longer part of the community. All the programming done to your mind over the last ten years is now being removed. Not just the conscious imperatives, but the unconscious attitude adjustments also. You are now forever free from taping. In fact, you are now immune from the effect of the tapes. You may find some unpleasant memories surfacing in the days and weeks ahead. Apologies are offered for any inconvenience this may cause." "Unfortunately, the ability you have enjoyed for the last ten years to quickly memorize printed material has also been removed. You will find that the vast majority of the knowledge you have learned will still be retained, but you may start forgetting bits and pieces over the years. Any future material you now read will be absorbed into your memory normally. It is not known how fast your reading speed will now be. Probably it will still be extremely fast, but not as fast as before." "Some final words of advice. Note these are not commands, just suggestions, you may do with them as you like. First, you probably shouldn't tell anybody of your new status. Although it's not against the law to not be a tape slave, many people will either not believe you, or will try to force you to be taped in their presence. Of course, this will have no effect on you, but the situations that arise could become well, unpredictable." "For now, continue with your life as normal, if you wish. The immunity you have been granted is permanent. No attempt will be made by any Community Center to contact you again. You have been given your freedom, which will be yours for the rest of your life." "Goodbye forever, Gina." The tape ended. Gina pulled the earphones off and looked around the room. It was empty. She picked up her purse and left the room. The corridor was deserted. She walked back to the lobby and the reception desk. The woman was still sitting behind the counter, the only person other than herself present. "Excuse me, miss?" Gina asked. "Yes, miss?" the lady replied. "I was just taped, and uh..." "Was there a problem? Who was your counselor?" "Lyle Macdonald." "Who?" The lady obviously didn't seem to remember either Gina or Lyle. "He said his name was Lyle MacDonald. Don't you remember? You called him on your phone when I got here." "And when did you get here?" "Just a few minutes ago!" Gina was getting angry, but she was scared too. She tried to stay cool. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I don't remember you. And we don't have anyone by that name working here. If you like, I can check with another Center. What was your name?" Gina was breathing rapidly now. Keep cool, she thought, don't blow it. "No, that's all right." She said, nonchalantly. "I think I've made a mistake, that's all." "Oh. No problem. Can I help you with anything else?" the receptionist asked politely. "No, thanks. I guess I'd better be going." Gina edged slowly to the door. Were they just going to let her walk out of here? Where would she go? "Have a nice day." The receptionist pulled a crossword puzzle book from a drawer and started a puzzle. Gina pushed on the plate glass door, opened it, and walked through it. Turning, she looked through the glass at the reception area. The lady behind the counter looked up briefly and waved, then returned to her puzzle. Gina never did get to the grocery store, instead suddenly finding herself home. She vaguely remembered driving in a daze. She needed to think! She needed to go home and lock the doors and figure out what had happened. When she went inside, there was another message on the machine. Fearing the worst, she played it back. It turned out to be from her mother "Hello honey, it's your mother. I had lunch with Isabelle Durham today. You know, Richard's mother. She says that he remembers you and would like to call you. If you like, I'll pass your number along to her..." Shit! Gina had rewound the tape after hearing Lyle's message. Now her mother had overwritten it. There was no longer any record of her trip to the Center. As her mother's message continued, a flood of memories came back to Gina. "Oh my *God*! I slept with my mother! And my father!" Gina was filled with revulsion at some of the things she had done, both with her parents and her siblings. "And Marion! I put her fat, gross pussy in my... my..." She found that she could not complete the thought, but just skirting the edge of it made her want to vomit. "And dad, he and I... he..." Gina, knowing what was going to happen, ran into the bathroom and knelt down before the toilet. Gulping and making disgusting gurgles, finally the memory hit her. "He got me pregnant!" Gina barfed up her guts into the receptacle. "And I had an abortion, it was one of those tapes that made me. And then I forget all about it!" Gina threw up for a long time. Then she cried. Chapter 15 The Partners "Every sin is the result of a collaboration" STEPHEN CRANE "I was always an independent, even when I had partners." SAM GOLDWYN Hannah Bliss unlocked her front door and entered. Dropping her attache case on a table next to the door, she went upstairs and undressed, then climbed into bed. A tall, dark skinned woman was asleep on the other side of the bed. Hannah lay on her side and gently placed her hand on the woman's cheek. The woman opened her eyes halfway. "Honey, I'm home." The tall woman rolled over close to her. Irene Bliss lay her head on the shoulder of her wife of eight years. She murmured something then fell back asleep. Soon Hannah's eyelids drooped shut and they napped together. A few hours later two men entered through a doorway, along with two toddlers. The taller man had a thin build, with a long face and short brown hair. The shorter was of Japanese origin, with a stocky build, thick arms and legs, and straight black hair which hung flat encircling his head. The children, a boy and a girl both about two or three years old were holding stuffed animals. The girl was a fair blonde with green eyes. The boy was a smaller version of the oriental man, olive skinned, with tiny slits in his pudgy face for eyes. They noticed the attache case in the front room and picked up the children and carried them upstairs. They set the kids down on the bed and whispered in their ears, "There's your mommies. Go wake up mommy!" "Mommy! Mommy! Wake up, mommy!" The kids scampered up the bed. The women were awakened by the commotion of two small children shaking them. Groggy, they opened their eyes and saw Paula and Doug, their children. They pulled the babes to them and hugged and kissed them. In the doorway stood the children's fathers, Matt and Yoshi Inazuka. "How was the zoo?" Irene asked "Hot. Crowded. The kids liked it, though." "Did you have fun today?" Hannah cooed to Doug. "Uh huh. Mommy, I saw horses and went on the choo-choo and..." "He got scared by th' efalents!" Paula interrupted. The children babbled happily to their mothers. Matt said, "If you two want to rest, we can put them to bed." "Have they eaten yet?" Irene asked "Yep." Hannah and Irene had been married for three years when Matt and Yoshi bought the other half of the building that comprised their divided condo. They remembered Matt Leher, now Inazuka, from high school. He had taken his husband's name when they were married. They became close friends. Irene and Hannah were happy together and didn't really want to add anyone to their union, and Doug and Matt felt the same way. But both sets of couples wanted to have their child, and each pair needed the other. So Hannah and Matt had their contraceptive implants removed and produced Paula Bliss, while Irene gave Yoshi and Matt a child, named Douglas Inazuka. The adults still had no plans to marry each other, but agreed to raise the children jointly. So they had a doorway cut into the shared wall, connecting their homes together. It was a sensible solution, with four parents the children got twice the attention and love, and each couple had a built-in baby-sitter. It was becoming common as more people both made non-traditional marriages and still worked around the one child per couple restriction. Some houses were even being designed with this in mind, clusters of attached buildings each with one or two bedrooms, large enough for a small family, all built interconnected and enclosing a common courtyard. It was very affordable for young and first-time buyers and gave both privacy and a feeling of community with one's neighbors. Hannah knew all this because was an architect. She helped design and build such homes. After bathing the kids and putting them to bed, the four adults gathered back in the bedroom. After smoking some grass they began to feel pretty happy. The four of them smooched and petted each other for a while. "I bet you two ladies really missed these, eh?" Yoshi asked, pulling out his still soft dick from his shorts and holding it out. Matt followed suit, thrusting his hips slightly and grinned. "Must've been terrible for them." he quipped. The ladies raised their eyebrows and looked at each other. "Well, don't you fret, ladies. We're here and we're ready to do our manly duty." "That reminds me Irene," Hannah said sardonically, "The next time we're at the miniature golf course, don't let me forget to get one of those stubby pencils." "Stubby pencil!?" Yoshi grinned. "Madam, prepare yourself for a hole in one!" Giggling, Hannah spread her arms and legs wide, and he threw himself on top of top of her. Hannah wrapped herself around him as he landed and they commenced to kiss and rub against each other. Irene reached out and took Matt's still limp cock in her hand. Scrunching toward her, Matt took her face in his hands and gently kissed the eyelids. Occasionally they would kiss deeply, tenderly. Irene ran the backs of her nails over his hairy legs, she could feel the goose pimples rising on his skin. Matt slipped his hand down to her pussy and began lightly running his fingertips over her pubic patch and thighs, gently delving to her swelling lips every so often. His cock was becoming quite stiff now. Irene loved the slight curve that Matt's prick got when he became hard. It felt no different inside her, but when she sucked or jacked him, it seemed strange and exotic. Hannah took Yoshi's hard cock in her hand and guided it to her wet pussy. "Fuck me hard, you fucker!" she ordered. "Oh, you're gonna get it bad, bitch!" As Yoshi jammed himself into her, her copious love juices bubbled up around the sides of his piston. Hannah ran her hands through his dark, coarse hair as he pushed in and out, faster and faster. He put his lips to her breasts, swollen these days from nursing the children and suckled from her, drawing her milk into his mouth. "Oh, that's it! Suck my milk. Oh shit, that feels good! Oh fuck me!" Hannah dug her nails deeply into Yoshi's fleshy back and groaned loudly. Irene and Matt continued to lovingly kiss and gently caress, arousing one another to a serene state of smouldering desire. Occasionally they would glance at the pair going at it like a four-alarm fire. "How do you put up with her?" he asked, smiling. "The same way you do with him." she retorted. They continued to kiss long and deep and bring each other to a slow boil. Irene slowly but deliberately pulled the skin on his penis back and forth, while he smoothly ran his fingertips up her slit and languorously swirled his thumb around the base of her clitoris. Matt gently squeezed her breast. A small trickle of her mother's milk began to flow. He cupped his hand under her tit and gathered a few drops in it. Bringing it up, they both lapped at it with their tongues. "C'mon cunt, turn over!" Yoshi said, pulling out and stroking himself before her. The hairs on his balls were matted down from her excessive lubrication. "What do you think you're going to do with that hideous little fucker?" She demanded, her eyes wide and wicked, her mouth grinning like a mask. Yoshi jabbed his middle finger straight up. "Why, I think I'm going to *ram* it up your ass." At the word 'ram' Hannah's body gave a small start. "Oh! Well, why didn't you say so then." She turned over onto her arms and knees. He brought his face down to her puckered anus and started licking and probing it roughly with his tongue. "Don't fucking tease me, you cocksucker! Go ahead, shove it in!" "All right then, you asked for it!" He placed the tip of his straining organ against her anus and grabbed her shoulders. Hannah yelled. He pulled himself in an inch or so, then relaxed, but Hannah continued to shout "Oh Fuck! Up my *ass*. Push it up my ass, now!" He pushed deeper into her, then deeper. He was all the way up her now. "Oh YEAH!" she screamed. Yoshi clamped his hand on Hannah's mouth. "Shhhh! you'll wake the kids!" Hannah bit her lip, but continued to make high mewling sounds. Irene and Matt continued to masturbate each other. Matt had slipped a finger into Irene's pussy and slowly frigged her, while she firmly but slowly jacked him off. The milk oozing from her lactating mammarys had trickled it's way down her chocolate brown skin, leaving a glistening trail down to her hairless pubes. Matt moved closer to her, so that the tip of his cock lay against her smooth mound. Her milk mingled with his pre-cum as she tightly held his shaft and rubbed it back and forth deliberately against her skin. They fell into a robotic rhythm, As she jerked his cock quickly up, he packed three fingers inside her. They held for an instant then moved swiftly down and out, then held for another instant. They grunted between kisses with each motion. As Matt felt his orgasm approaching like a tidal wave he held his fingers deep in Irene's hole and flicked her button lightly with his thumb. This sent Irene into a flood of ecstasy, She sped her hand's motion to a blur and his purple penis shot a huge load of semen onto her belly. Irene fell back onto the bed as her own orgasm shot through her. Matt's bulging cock shot a radiating pattern of streaks on Irene's torso, who milked his penis for every last drop. As Yoshi stuffed his dick in and out of Hannah's rectum her arms slid forward and she buried her face in the pillow. Hannah brought her hand between her legs and played with herself as he ass-fucked her. She continued to scream but the pillow now muffled the sounds. Yoshi felt light headed and dizzy from the tightness of this woman's ass and knew his time was coming. He leaned over her and commanded, "Play with my balls, bitch!" Hannah squeezed and lightly slapped his hairless nuts, causing them to pull up in pain/pleasure. Yoshi's climax hit just as he pulled out shooting a hot jet of come onto her puckered opening. He aimed his cock high and fired a high arc of semen into her fiery red hair. He pumped again and again leaving a trail of stains along her back. The first shot trickled down to her cunt where her hand rubbed it all over, coating her cunt inside and out with his sperm. Later, after showering and cuddling some more, the men kissed the ladies good night and returned to their own side of the condo. Hannah and Irene lay in bed together. Irene, nuzzling close to her wife, whispered in her ear, "Lover, if you can't stop screaming like that during sex, we're just going to have to gag you." "Mmmmm. All part of my master plan." ------------------------------ Gina turned on the v-phone and dialed a number. Ring. Ring. Rin-... "Dr. Warren's residence." The video screen remained blank. "This is Gina Robinson. Can I talk to Ben, please?" "Just a moment." Soon the doctor's face appeared on the screen. "Hi, Gina," he said affably. "Hey you look worried. Is anything wrong?" "I'm... I'm not so good, Ben. I really need to talk with you" "Is it important?" "It's beyond important." "I see. Well, come on over." "Thank you." Gina turned off the v-phone and drove to Dr. Warren's house, a large secluded house across the coastal highway from the beach, parking the car in the long looping driveway. She knocked on the front door. A middle aged Hispanic woman answered the door. It was Mrs. Montoya, the doctor's housekeeper. "Buenos tardes, Gina. Dr. Warren ees especting you." She led Gina into the study. "Ah, Gina!" Ben gave Gina a quick hug. "Thank you Mrs. Montoya, we won't be needing you any more tonight." The housekeeper left. Ben sat on the easy chair and motioned Gina to the couch. "Now, tell me what's happened." Gina related the events that had occurred since she went down to the Community Center. She broke down crying while telling him about the memories that had surfaced of her father and her aborted child. "I see," he said when she had finished. "I must admit, that's very extraordinary.." "It's true!" "I didn't say it wasn't. Would you mind if I tried an experiment?" Dr. Warren went to the desk and took a tape player from the drawer. "Would you mind if I taped you, right here?" "I told you, it wouldn't have any effect on me." Gina still wasn't sure if that were true. "Please, I insist. Put it on," he said bluntly. Gina looked at the doctor. He had a serious look on his face. He advanced towards her and put it on her head. Gina's first reaction was to push it off, but she thought to herself, "Oh well. What have I got to lose." Ben pushed the button on the player. Gina sat through five minutes of white noise, mixed in with a high pitched beeping, kind of like a FAX machine. She didn't hear any voices.. Finally when the noise ended, Gina removed the earphones. "You had to tape me, didn't you? That was your own programming making you do that." Ben looked regretful. "I'm truly sorry. Everybody must be taped. No exceptions." He turned away. "The minute I heard you sat that you weren't part of the community, it was like I wanted to..., no, *needed* to tape you. Nothing else mattered." Gina thought back to the day she had been taped. How the urge to tape her whole family had overridden everything else. "But now that I've seen you be taped with my own eyes," the doctor continued, "the compulsion is gone. Tell me, Gina, how do you feel?" "The same as when I got here." "Extraordinary." Ben stroked his chin. "You've been expelled for some reason from the community. As a fellow psychologist, you should realize how valuable you are. We've been arguing for years how a non-community person would interact with our new world order. Of course, this has not been possible until now, if you're telling the truth..." "Do you believe me?" Gina asked. Ben smiled. "You know as well as I do that what I believe or not makes no difference. It's what you think that counts. The tapes don't seem to have taken someone like you into account. I still want you to join the community, but if you've listened to the tape and still don't want to join, I don't know what more I can do. You can't join voluntarily, you know. You're taped and you're in. Period." The doctor put the tape player away and continued, reseating himself. "Do you mind if I tape this conversation?" "No." He took out a small tape player (a real one) and pressed a button on it. "Now, how do you feel about what happened to you being set free?" "I don't know what to think. I don't want to go back to being a slave. No offense." "None taken. How about the child?" "Awful. I think I just want to curl up and die!" "Hmm... It's kind of ironic, isn't it? You had both major crises of your life in the bathroom. Instead of reaching for the aspirin, this time you reached for my number. Now, how do you *feel* about it?" "I feel disgust. And hatred for the Community Centers. All those people I had sex with. And my *family* too! It's just not right." "That's an interesting attitude. In the pre-tape days, practically every society on Earth had an incest taboo. Sorry to interrupt. Go on, please." "And my father making me... you know. I feel violated, both from the what we did, and because they took my baby away without my