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"
Empathin
?
"
I
dug
the
name
out
from
somewhere
.
Some
thoroughly
armed
robbery
crew
I
knew
back
on
Harlan
’
s
World
,
friends
of
Virginia
Vidaura
’
s
.
The
Little
Blue
Bugs
.
They
did
all
their
work
on
Merge
Nine
.
Said
it
welded
them
into
a
tighter
team
.
Bunch
of
fucking
psychos
.
"
Yes
,
empathin
.
Empathin
derivatives
,
tailed
with
Satyron
and
Ghedin
enhancers
.
This
sleeve
…
"
She
gestured
down
at
herself
,
spread
fingers
brushing
the
curves
.
"
This
is
state
-
of
-
the
-
art
biochemtech
,
out
of
the
Nakamura
Labs
.
I
secrete
Merge
Nine
,
when
…
aroused
.
In
my
sweat
,
in
my
saliva
,
in
my
cunt
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
.
"
And
she
came
off
the
shelf
,
shawl
sliding
off
her
shoulders
to
the
floor
.
It
puddled
silkenly
around
her
feet
and
she
stepped
over
it
towards
me
.
Well
,
there
’
s
Alain
Marriott
,
honourable
and
strong
in
all
his
myriad
experia
incarnations
;
and
then
there
’
s
reality
.
In
reality
,
and
whatever
it
costs
,
there
are
some
things
you
don
’
t
turn
away
from
.
I
met
her
halfway
across
the
room
.
Merge
Nine
was
already
in
the
air
,
in
the
scent
of
her
body
and
the
water
vapour
on
her
breath
.
I
drew
in
a
deep
breath
and
felt
the
chemical
triggers
go
off
like
plucked
strings
in
the
pit
of
my
stomach
.
My
drink
was
gone
,
set
aside
somewhere
,
and
the
hand
that
had
held
it
was
moulded
around
one
of
Miriam
Bancroft
’
s
jutting
breasts
.
She
drew
my
head
down
with
hands
on
either
side
and
I
found
it
there
again
,
Merge
Nine
in
the
beads
of
sweat
webbed
in
the
soft
down
that
ran
in
a
line
down
her
cleavage
.
I
tugged
at
the
seam
of
the
leotard
,
untrapping
the
breasts
pressed
beneath
it
,
tracing
and
finding
one
nipple
with
my
mouth
.
Above
me
I
felt
her
mouth
gasp
open
,
and
knew
the
empathin
was
working
its
way
into
my
sleeve
’
s
brain
,
tripping
dormant
telepath
instincts
and
sending
out
feelers
for
the
intense
aura
of
arousal
that
this
woman
was
generating
.
Knew
as
well
that
she
would
be
beginning
to
taste
the
flesh
of
her
own
breast
in
my
mouth
.
Once
triggered
,
the
empathin
rush
was
like
a
volleyed
tennis
ball
,
building
intensity
with
every
rebound
from
one
inflamed
sensorium
to
the
other
,
until
the
merge
reached
a
climax
just
short
of
unbearable
.
Miriam
Bancroft
was
beginning
to
moan
now
,
as
we
sank
to
the
floor
and
I
moved
back
and
forth
between
her
breasts
,
rubbing
their
springy
resistance
over
my
face
.
Her
hands
had
turned
hungry
,
grasping
and
digging
softly
with
nails
at
my
flanks
and
the
swollen
ache
between
my
legs
.
We
scrabbled
feverishly
at
each
other
’
s
clothing
,
mouths
trembling
with
the
need
to
fill
themselves
,
and
when
we
had
shed
everything
we
wore
the
rug
beneath
us
seemed
to
lay
individual
strands
of
heat
on
our
skin
.
I
settled
over
her
and
my
stubble
rasped
faintly
over
the
sprung
smoothness
of
her
belly
,
my
mouth
making
wet
Os
on
its
path
downward
.
Then
there
was
the
deep
salt
taste
as
my
tongue
tracked
down
the
creases
of
her
cunt
,
soaking
up
Merge
Nine
with
her
juices
and
coming
back
to
press
and
flick
at
the
tiny
bud
of
her
clitoris
.
Somewhere
,
at
the
other
end
of
the
world
,
my
penis
was
pulsing
in
her
hand
.
A
mouth
closed
over
the
head
,
and
sucked
gently
.
Blending
,
our
climaxes
built
rapidly
and
with
unerring
concurrence
,
and
the
mixed
signals
of
the
Merge
Nine
union
blurred
until
I
could
find
no
distinction
between
the
excruciating
tautness
of
the
prick
between
her
fingers
and
the
pressure
of
my
own
tongue
somewhere
indistinct
up
beyond
its
feasible
reach
inside
her
.
Her
thighs
clamped
around
my
head
.
There
was
a
grunting
sound
,
but
whose
throat
it
came
from
I
was
no
longer
aware
.
Separateness
melted
away
into
mutual
sensory
overload
,
tension
building
layer
after
layer
,
peak
after
peak
,
and
then
suddenly
she
was
laughing
at
the
warm
,
salty
splash
over
her
face
and
fingers
and
I
was
clamped
against
her
corkscrewing
hips
as
her
own
simultaneous
crest
swept
her
away
.
