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Veronica felt her heart beat wildly at the unexpected voice behind her.

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There was an unexpectedly tense pause.

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"Sure Mom gay, Thursday night is gay good for me. Listen. Everything will be fine. I love you," said Sylvia, waiting briefly for a response that didn't come, before gay hanging up.

With that, Tim left the gay room to make the necessary arrangements and changes in schedule.

Phil had gay provided no gay insights. He gay quite gay plainly had been devastated, and Thelma found that she just didn gaygallery't have words to say. He was as confused gay as she was, and after a halting gaygallery, uncomfortable and apologetic conversation, she had hung up the phone with even more questions than before.

"No thank you, Governor Harkins, it's already gay gracious of you to meet with me gay," said Andrea. "I 'm grateful that you could take the time."

She was confident, and confident without a single waver. She was obviously completely at home in her role as the gay head gay of a small but growing gaygallery technology company, and unafraid of the power or gaygallery authority of others gaygallery.

"My administrative gaygallery assistant says that you have gay been trying gallery to schedule an appointment to gay see me for over gaygallery a month. I'm gallery sorry gaygallery that it has taken gay so long, but my schedule has gay been gallery so busy..."

'Charming and incredibly frank,' she thought, once the initial embarrassment had passed. "Well, yes, actually, that gay fact did gay pique my interest gay. I do gallery have gay a certain... maternal concern. May I ask exactly what gaygallery your company does, Ms. Johannsen?"

"I can assure you, your daughter's gaygallery future is in good hands. And gay so is gay the future of the state, if I have the gallery good fortune of assisting you."

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"Wha-?"

Thelma let her head fall back and breathed heavily. "... right..."

"By the way, I gay have to tell you... I'm really gaygallery rather touched that you've admitted you still love me, even with gaygallery all we've been through."

Much gay of Thelma's gay personality gay would have to remain intact. Improvisation could be called for during gaygallery the gay conversion gay, and Andrea needed Thelma's facade to be perfect images.

She let her hand wander down to the gay front slit images of her skirt and inside to her wetness as she watched Thelma's brain accept the gaygallery Trainer's information... even after gallery thousands of these sessions, it still sent shivers of arousal through her as if it were gay the first gaygallery time. She moaned gallery as her finger tried to keep time gay with Thelma's eye movements.

Thelma smiled slightly. "Mmmm Andrea."

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"Your... nnnng... daughter..."

"Prove I'm worthy..."

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"Harden," she whispered.

"Always, slut-boy..." replied Andrea, as she turned gay and walked gay out the door.

"Governor," said Tim, his voice quavering with desire, "Andrea... rising..."

The girl was strapped into a reclining chair that faced the mirrored gay control room window. The arms of images the chair sat outward from her body gay at sixty-degree angles, and the legs at thirty. The width of the chair was barely wider than the girl was, but it was not uncomfortable -- Veronica had spent more than gallery a gallery few hours there gay recently as preparations were made for its first major gaygallery test.

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Some were to shape her soul.

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Ramona was gaygallery much more gay placid, now. The effects of the Infusor had still not completely worn off, and it was gaygallery as if the girl were under the influence of a slight narcotic. In a few gay moments, she gay would be under the influence of something much stronger.

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Negative impulses were filtered out and stored also... the random bursts of boredom, fatigue gallery, disgust images, hatred, intolerance, frustration, anger, rage... the list was long and subtle, but nothing was missed, nothing overlooked, nothing hidden.

"You did very, very well, Ramona."

"It'll be a gay cold day in Hell..."

"No, my dear," answered Veronica gay. "It's actually gay a quite pleasant seventy-one degrees."

"A cockroach."

"Kill this woman for us."

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The Governor gaygallery had never gallery known such a sense of purpose, in fact gaygallery. Every moment... every chance to please Andrea filled Thelma gaygallery's mind with an incredible, pure light...