Neuroscape
By Bill Hackenberger
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JASON KNEW SHE WASN't real. Even so, he couldn't resist kissing the nape of her neck as he pulled himself up from the creaking hotel bed. Her naked body, or what his visual cortex told him was her naked body, appeared to glisten with his own sweat.
She rolled over and stared up at him looking doe-eyed and a little fearful. "Mr. Bishop, you ... you find me pretty? I mean, I ain't lived in a real house since my daddy died, and Lily wants her girls to be pretty, ... so, if you tell her you think I'm pretty, well, then maybe she'll let me live in her house. I mean it's your house since you own it and all, but ... but then she'll let me stay there."
He smiled while pulling on his pants. "Well my dear, it happens that Lily knows to seek my o
