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The "First Transaction" of the collector was not a trade of currency, but a trade of "Archetypes." The "Avatar of the Past"—the eighteen-year-old Silas Blackwood—stood in the center of the "Grey Static" left by the Merchant’s deletion. He was a masterpiece of "Alpha Purity," his gold-and-sapphire skin glowing with a shadowless, clinical brilliance. He carried the "Original Silver Dagger," and his stormy sea-grey eyes were two solid pools of unadulterated pride.

I smiled and looked up. Sandy was holding hers up and wriggling it at me. "Nice, huh? My own little battery-operated ticket to Heaven." I picked up the vibrator and looked at it. It was long and sleek, tapered to a soft point at the end. On the bottom was a dial. I turned it and the vibrations started low and got faster. Sandy placed the vibrator on her tongue then sank it inside her mouth deeply. She looked right at me and moaned as she made it slick.

Characters: FL: Honeybell Sant: A half-wolf healer with a defiant heart and no pack. Curvy, warm-toned skin, thick amber curls, and honey-gold eyes. She works at the edge of the highland territories where the feral roam. ML: Veneer Stone: The dark, rogue Alpha of the Northern Tundra. Unhinged, brutal, with a silent, brooding presence. Stark grey eyes, scarred jawline, and a body like chiseled marble. Never touches unless he’s ready to destroy.

They reached the Solar-Tether—a massive spire of liquid-metal that connected the asteroid to the gravitational fields of the two stars. ​Standing in their way was a Siphon-Avatar—a being of pure "Nothingness" shaped like a faceless Nora Davis. ​"The error must be erased," the Avatar whispered. "The machine was perfect until you gave it a heart. Now it is broken. It must be recycled." ​The Friction of the Machine ​Nora didn't wait. She began to play the "Song of the Sundered," but she didn't play it for the humans. She played it for the Computers.

Abigail tried to remind her about her presence. “Oh Hi! I am Sandra!” the girl extended her hand towards Abi. Abi shook it. “And I am Abigail.” Then Sandra extended her hand to Hunter. “Thanks, Mr. Hunter for taking good care of me.” For once she sounded sincere yet still flirty! Abi stopped herself from rolling her eyes. “Oh, Hunter is like that. He loves taking care of beautiful girls.” Abi said mischievously looking at Hunter. She even managed a pout while fluttering her lashes.

the tall avatar purrs. He reaches down. In the real world, the Bluetooth-linked dildo Alex packed on the nightstand buzzes to life. In the AR world, the avatar produces a thick, black cock. He thrusts. The toy inside me slams home. "Oh god!" I’m being gang-banged by ghosts. The woman is biting my nipples—sharp pinches from the suit. The man is flogging my legs—rhythmic stings. The tall man is pounding me—relentless, deep thrusts.

Sandro warned. "Don't be jealous, Papa Sandy, you're still number one in my heart," Demi winked at her uncle Sandro. "I'm really close to disowning you, Demi!" Sandro threatened. "Why, Papa Sandy?" Demi's teasing reply. "Lord, please, don't let this guy turn gay, he's so ugly," Sandro joked to Demi. "Oh, stop it, both of you. Just call Toby and find out where he is, I'm hungry," Amethyst said.

She reached the top, with him just standing there with a blank expression on his face, and when she saw what had gotten him so spooked, the same expression came over her face. "Oh my gosh . . . It's a sand storm," she said. "No . . . It's not." "What?" Loque Bella took a closer look and that was when she saw something that the coldest shiver down her spine. There was sand being lifted off the ground like in a sand storm but there was something moving about in the thick clouds of sand. Tentacles. White tentacles like those of an octopus but giant and diving in and out of the sand like a pod dolphins does in the ocean. "Oh my goodness there's something in there."

Sandy considered the question before answering, "I don't know. Maybe two or three times at the most. Why?" Ignoring the question, Aphrodite asked, "So, you are confident that you would know the president of Coastline Multimedia if you saw him? Can you describe him for us?" Somewhat confused by the questions, Sandy glanced at Lana before answering, "He's a big white guy, probably close to seven feet tall..." "Go on," Aphrodite coaxed. "What else?" Shrugging, Sandy said, "He's in good shape and not bad looking I suppose. He has short blonde hair and I don't recall his eye color. I wouldn't mistake him for someone else if that's what these questions are about."

Sandra laid in silence, trapped in the middle of the entire tension. "You do know I'm on your side." "A thousand things I know. That, I do not." Great. They were speaking in parables again. "Finally," Sandra sighed as she saw a man wrapped in a white robe approaching her. His head was bent down as he looked at the notepad in his hand. He reminded her of someone, but she was unsure of who the person was. She noticed the arrow shaped tattoo on his right hand. She knew she had seen that tattoo before. She hitched her chin up in an attempt to get his face. He did not look up for what seemed like forever. Eventually,she gave up.